The Devil's Contractual Bride
My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car.
Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.”
I looked back at Lina, and shrugged.
“So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was.
Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible.
The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”
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