A Dark Romance
"Natalie, can't we just talk?"
"About what? How are you going to keep controlling me with drugs? Or about your upcoming wedding to Nora?"
"That wedding is just business," Francis explained. "Her dad owns the ports in Westcliff. I need access to those docks."
"So you're marrying her," I said flatly.
He reached for my hand, his grip firm. "It's all for show. You're the one I really want."
I tried to shake him off, but he would not let go. "You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out."
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