Fool Me Once, and I Never Forgive
After visiting Grandpa at the care home, I got a text from my boyfriend, Lucas Mercer.
“Sofia, come to the office tomorrow at ten. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I thought of the proposal plan I’d spotted on his laptop. I smiled to myself and booked the first available flight.
But when I walked into that office, I froze.
Lucas was down on one knee, holding out a diamond ring to my cousin, Ashley.
Ten years ago, she’d hired someone to drive a car into my parents and kill them. Then she’d trapped me in the fire that followed.
“Ashley, I’ve been practicing for five years. Will you marry me?” His eyes were full of nothing but her.
I dug my nails into my palm.
This year also happened to be the fifth year Lucas and I had been together.
“Yes.” Ashley smiled and produced a document. “Since you’ve been loyal to me for five years, my father decided to throw in an extra five million as a bonus!”
The room erupted. I stood there watching the celebration.
The Harlow Group investment agreement I’d been holding was now a crumpled ball of paper in my fist.
I turned and dropped it in the trash, then called my assistant. “Lucas Mercer. Cut him. Pull up the updated list of fiancé candidates.”
Ashley had no idea I’d already returned to the Harlow family as the heir apparent. Lucas had no idea that by chasing five million, he’d just walked away from fifty.