Mated To My Enemy's Rival
She looked at me like I was — to put it plainly — utter garbage.
"I want to make sure you understand what he means," she said. Her voice was smooth, and she had laced it with just enough warmth to make it sound like concern. "You were a rogue wolf two days ago. Whatever this—" she gestured lightly between Dominic and me with her wine glass, "—looks like from the outside, I assure you, that is where the resemblance to a real marriage ends." She paused, letting her words settle. "He loves me. And his heir will be mine. You served your purpose, sweetheart. Don't complicate what's left of it by forgetting that."