Revenge Is Sweet: Marrying His Worst Enemy

I was staring at the two pink lines on the plastic stick, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld’s most ruthless faction.

Then the intercom buzzed, and a voice splintered my world.

"The little art student actually thinks I'm going to marry her? It was just a game to pass the time while you were in Europe, Estella."

I froze.

My boyfriend, Holden, was in the next room, laughing with the daughter of his rival.

He explained that I was just a "clean civilian image" he needed to secure a business deal.