Page 35 of Snowed in with the Brutes
Epilogue
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Sinclair
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It’s our wedding day.And damn, we can’t stop pacing the hall, waiting for our bride on her dad’s arm, ready to give her away to us.
Our little pleasure debt turned into a lifetime of pleasure for us.Who would have thought?
William is so incredibly happy he can’t stop tearing up every time he looks at us.
As for Anderson, we were ready to chop the man’s head off for the misery he caused our queen.And his daughters too.But Cora, damn her goodness, decided she just wanted to forget about them.
The Inner Circle, of course, does not forget, and Pierre and his daughters had to give up their ranch and were sentenced to work on one of the consortium’s farms for two years.Way too lenient if you ask me.
And there she comes.I steal a glance at Kian and Flinn.Our bride.The most beautiful woman in the world, and she’s all ours.
THE END.
