REMINGTONDoes he love my mother? Or is this some actual arranged-marriage bullshit again? Or was he simply here because he was coerced into it by his, of course, tyrant twisted-minded son?“She’s in safe hands, Dad. I’ll have him checked into all his classes. Remi’s in very good hands,” Soren spoke, smiling wider — his golden retriever mask pulled on for our parents to see.“Thank you, Soren. I just had to be certain you had his back. So kids, there won’t be a honeymoon — there’s a business meeting for Clark and I tonight. We might be home late or take up a hotel,” Mom explained, running her fingers through my hair with a smile. She loved me. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of what she had done to me.“Bye, Clark,” I greeted. He hummed a goodbye with a sincere smile as I shut the door. I could hear other voices and Soren opening a door as well; soft footsteps pattered behind me. I’d refused breakfast because, God help me, I’d already been damned before I sat a few inches away from
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