The One She Loved to Hate
The wedding had barely started when the lights went out.
Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar.
Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook.
A beat later, the doors slammed open.
Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage.
The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds.
Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?"
Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate.
She'd been his kept woman for eight years.
He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace.
Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.