The Accidental Marriage: Chapter 47

Ares dips Lareina to the Sinatra tune. A huge grin splits his face, and the old guilt inside me eases a tad.

I haven’t seen my brother this happy since the kidnapping incident. If he’d tried to drown himself in women or booze, I would’ve understood, but he’s led an ascetic, almost monk-like life, focusing on his career and not much else.

My phone pings. I look down. A photo from an unknown number. It’s Fiona, in a bride’s gown. There’s another ping—and a photo of a guy who I presume is the groom. Suddenly I stop cold and stare at the screen. What the fuck?

The smarmy face of Jude Morven stares back at me. I wanted to break it in high school and college, and I still want to break it.

–Unknown: Perfect groom for the perfect bride.

Is this her answer? Her pride is so great that she’d rather marry this piece of shit than try me one more time?

But then, she’s always been crazy about Morven. I’ll never forget her crying her eyes out, one hand clenched over her heart, when he was hit by a semi and almost lost his life. What does she see in him? He’s always been a complete asshole to her, treated her like garbage. And she always just lowered her eyes and took it, no matter what he asked of her. But with me, I couldn’t even look at her wrong before she snarked.

I shut my phone off and drum my fingers on the table. I should just let her be with that creep. It’s what she deserves—the life of a doormat.

And yet every drop of acid in my gut churns. I simply can’t understand—

Ignore it. She wants that asshole.

I forcibly turn my attention back to my brother. But—

Fuck. I get up and start to walk away. I have a wedding to go fuck up.

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