Young Master Lucien’s Bride
It was easier to let people assume the worst than to show them how messed up I really was.
But Lila? She didn't know any of that. She thought this whole thing was a terrible business deal. She thought I was using her family’s problems to corner her.
If only she knew the truth. If only she knew I’d had a massive, hopeless crush on her for three whole years.
She probably didn't even remember the first time we met. It was at a small, packed cafe downtown.
I’d cut my finger on a sharp metal menu, and I was bleeding everywhere. Before I could move, this gorgeous, tough girl with bright eyes rushed over, grabbed a napkin, and gently cleaned the cut for me, talking fast to keep me distracted.