"You will marry him, Marlowe. End of discussion."The fork in my hand stopped halfway to my mouth. I looked across the long mahogany table at my father. He didn't even look up from his steak. He just kept cutting it into little pieces like he hadn't just dropped a bomb on my life."Excuse me?" I said."You heard me." Everett Whitmore finally lifted his eyes. Cold. Empty. The same look he gave when he talked about stocks or business deals. "The Bellandi family has made an offer. We're accepting it."I set my fork down. The clink of silver against fine china echoed through the dining room. My mother, Lenora, sat to my right. She was staring at her plate like it held the secrets to the universe. My younger brother, Nolan, was frozen mid-chew, his eyes bouncing between me and our father."Dad," Nolan started, "you can't be serious—""I'm always serious about business, Nolan." Everett wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Marlowe knows this."I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
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