Love on Sale
On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer:
[$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.]
So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs.
Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling.
“You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic.
“You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!”
I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation.
“You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir.
“And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”