*Dove* My head was pounding like a bitch.I was never drinking again. Those fruity drinks had been devil juice sent straight from hell.I groaned, rubbing the side of my head, trying to soothe the pounding. The last thing I remembered was leaving the restaurant with Dylan and—My eyes snapped open and I sat up in a very large bed. My hands patted my body and I sighed with great relief when I felt clothes. But then the relief was short-lived when I realized that I was in nothing but a long shirt that looked more like a dress on me.“No, no, no…” What had happened to me? I tried to rack my brain trying to think back to last night but I was coming up blank. Dread and panic seeped into my body as I kept coming up blank.I wasn’t in my hotel. This room was much larger than what I had checked into and from the view alone I knew that I was not in downtown LA.“I need to get out of here.” The first place I would head to was the police station. Those idiots were going to pay for what
*Sylvia* I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?That bitch.How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably lying. He was the most sought-after man in America let alone New York. Everyone wanted a piece of him and somehow my annoying big sister had nabbed him.“How did she do it?” I was staring at a picture of the two of them boarding his private jet—the family private jet that I had asked Dylan to acquire for our destination wedding. “How did you manage to bag a billionaire? Surely you have dirt on him or something. I wouldn’t put it past you, Dove.”My sister had a knack for worming her way into people’s lives and sinking her talons in. She had
*Dove* We had been avoiding each other. Okay, let me rephrase that. I had been avoiding Miles like the plague. But in my defense, how did one talk to their fake husband about their very real kiss? There was no guideline on how to handle something like this. I was quite literally on my own here.I was even yet to tell Sabrina and Amy. They had been hounding me after the pictures leaked of Miles and me.I was mortified.Not only did I have old high school bullies coming out of the woodwork claiming that they always loved me, but I had my own stepmother sending me good morning texts.The world of the rich and famous was overwhelming and exhausting.We had been back home for three days from LA and already I could not leave the penthouse without being hounded with cameras. Miles had told me that it would all die down in a few weeks but I didn’t know if I could last those few weeks.And don’t even get me started on the work issue. We were yet to resolve that whole dilemma and I did
They were related.As if my world wasn’t already chaotic and complicated enough now I had to deal with all this. It was like I was living in some of kind of sick and twisted simulation and whoever was controlling it was getting off on seeing me suffer. There was no other explanation. My husband and ex-boyfriend were uncle and nephew and I…oh, my God. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened right now.Why had he not mentioned it before? But then again he had never seen Dylan’s face and I had never shown it to him. Maybe if I had shown him he would have told me then but I was not fully convinced.I thought back to the day that Dylan had come to me with venom in his words and told me that I was married. Had he known then? Had he plotted that little scheme with that director because that was his revenge and he thought I was trying to one up with him by being with his uncle?Now his rage made sense to me. It was all falling into place. Dylan never reacted without ca
I got lost in him. The kiss consumed me the moment his lips made contact with mine. For the briefest of moments, I indulged him. I melted into his touch and allowed his kiss to consume me. But as quickly as the bliss came the reality of why I had bolted hit me like a bus.I pushed his chest hard, forcing us apart. Miles’s eyes went wide, and my lips were swollen from his touch.“You can’t do that.” My voice came out rougher than I had anticipated. “You can’t kiss me anymore, Miles. This is ending…it needs to end.”“No.” His eyes were hard and his jaw locked in place.“No? Did you not just hear what I told you? Dylan is your nephew. Your. Nephew.” I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around that fact too. “We can’t be together.”“Says who?”Was he serious right now?“I know this all messed up right now but—fuck.” He looked to the side and I could hear Thomas and his grandfather speaking. “Come with me.”He grabbed my hand and led me to the back porch and all the way d
Nervous would be an understatement for all the emotions that were currently flowing through my body.Miles wanted to give me time to think. But what was there to think about? We didn’t make logical sense. I had told him this and he knew how I felt.I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my head against the cool mirror in the elevator. After Arthur had dropped me off I waited outside for at least twenty minutes contemplating if I wanted to go in or not. I had told Miles that I needed to go back to work. But now that I was here and realized what I was coming to face, I already felt exhausted.The doors dinged open to reveal both my friends standing with matching looks of worry. I had told them everything over the phone last night when I had been seconds away from a mental breakdown.I looked between the two of them and just like that the tears pricked my eyes, threatening to leak from my lids.Amy opened her arms and I moved into them. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry.”“I swear I am going to ki
*Miles* I sat in my wheelchair in front of the large audience with the award in hand that I had received once before. I could see the various faces I knew all too well from the rather small circle of high society. They were all still bewildered that I could walk. My little rouse had come to an end and I was showing some of the cards that I had held tightly to my chest.I didn’t want to be here but it was part of my schedule that I just couldn’t get out of it.“Thank you for this.” I raised the small sphere in the air. “I don’t have much to say apart from thank you to my wonderful wife, Dove.” I heard the low rumblings of whispers but I still carried on. “You make me a better man. You brought light into my dark world and I will forever be eternally grateful to you and our union.”I stepped away from the microphone and turned to walk off the stage. The cheers that erupted in the neatly decorated ballroom were magnanimous. But I knew better than to believe any of them. They were al
*Dove* The seconds felt like hours and the days felt like years. It was only three days away from him and I felt like I was suffering. Though I would never admit it to him.For the most part, Dylan had left me alone. He would send me the occasional death glare from time to time but other than that he left me alone which I was grateful for because I was not at all in the mood to deal with him.I had too much on my plate already.I walked into my mother’s room trying to mask my unease with happiness so she didn’t see that I was actually borderline depressed.“Hey, baby,” she smiled weakly.She looked better today than she had the last few weeks. There was a little bit of color in her cheeks and she had gained a bit of the weight that she had lost.“Hey, Mom.” I came to sit by her side. I took her small hand in mine and kissed the back of it. “How are you feeling?”“Like a strong gust of wind could take me down.”“Mom,” I chided, “be serious with me here.”“Come on, Dove. If