Page 2 of Bad Little Bride

It wasn’t a safety net to “ensure his investment”—I should have run at the word choice alone.

If Boston Revenaw is unable to fulfill her duties, her twin sister must take her place.

Every marriage of convenience has an added little twist from each party, a pretty little threat of sorts, in attempt to keep bothin line. I nearly scoffed at his. Why? Because it was a laughable idea.

Or so I thought.

Never in a million fucking years did I expect my dad to offer up his diamond daughter in place of his damaged one…but he did.

He called the man I was to marry and told him he could have my sister instead. The prize Revenaw.

So yeah. Him showing up the minute my father offered him a trade-up makes perfect sense.

My stomach twists a little at the thought.

Even a man who has never met Rocklin chose her over me.

I swallow past the thought and remind myself I don’t care.

That I’m better off.

That Enzo Fikile is a dangerous, dark man I never should have put myself in the same place as, let alone promise myself to. And that is the only reason I ran when I found out he was on his way to Greyson.

Fuck him.

I don’t want to see him.

I don’t want to see him with her…

I blink, clenching my teeth to force my mind to act right.

This is nothing new and, in reality, should be the furthest thing from a shock. Rayo Revenaw, while a good dad as far as good goes in our world, is a calculating man. If the empire he built is threatened, he will act. He will do any and everything in his power to eliminate it…or die trying.

Well, the joke is on him.

Or maybe on both of them.

Enzo might be on his way to the Greyson Manor toattemptto collect his new, shinier trophy of a bride, but it won’t be that easy. Not with the tattooed psycho Bastian who—shocker—is obsessed with my sister, in the picture. He’s killed in her namealready, so when Enzo tries to take her like the cattle my father promised to trade her as, he’ll have a hell of a fight on his hands.

I hope whatever Rocklin’s man has planned for him hurts.

Maybe he’ll even get his dick chopped off.

Sighing, I close my eyes.

The scent of chamomile and lilac wafts over me, and finally the smallest bit of tension escapes.

I have no idea what’s happening at Greyson Manor, my home away from home. The second my father took off to drag my sister back into town, I ran.

Sure, I only made it to the underground garage before running right into an asshole, but he ended up being an unsuspecting ally, and helped me hide here, at some random spa at the edge of town. Little did he know I have no intention of “staying the fuck put” as I was told.

Bastian and my sister got back last night, and the man I was supposed to marry is on his way to attempt to take her.

While they’re occupied, battling it out for the better Revenaw, I’ll be on my way to Belize.

I may not be the ultimate protégé my twin is, but I’m not as useless as my father has made me out to be.

If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s being on my own.

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