FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
The way they all stared at me like I was a fucking spectacle, their noses in the air, as they furrowed their brows at me.
Alicia, the sweet little heiress, was blinded by her own fairy-tale fantasies, and I lived off of it. I told her I loved her, and she believed me. I told her we’d build a family, and she clung to me like I was the fucking sun, staring at me with that twinkle in her eyes.
Idiot. She never realised I didn’t need her love. All I needed was her name, her money, her access, everything that being a Ravenscroft would get me.