ZANE’S POVI alighted from the car, an ugly-ass frown on my face, my teeth gritted as I glanced around. I felt Silas’ hands drop down to the base of my back, a smile on his face as he leaned closer.“Smile, baby, this is a fucking party, not a funeral. You might as well act your price, Zandoll, you are pretty expensive,” he muttered, purring into my ears. I gritted my teeth even harder, eyes filled with murderous intent as I swallowed hard, feeling eyes on us now.“Of course, flaunt your latest piece, your trophy lover… it’s an act, though, I am happy I serve your purpose, husband,” I mocked in sheer displeasure, anger laced in my words as I turned toward the cameras. Reporters flocked toward us, cameras flashing all around, questions tossed right at me. I held my lips firm, keeping my head afloat. Of course, the gold band on my finger was to make it catch the light.I could hear questions tossed around. The plan had been simple. Maxwell had briefed me: I attend the party, get introdu
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