I made a list of all my darkest fantasies. It was a meaningless joke— Right up until my arranged husband found it. Now it’s his mission to check off Every. Single. Box….
Poverty is an understatement when it comes to describing my circumstances. My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water.
I’m the king of bad decisions. One more won’t hurt.
I never asked to be kidnapped…again. Never asked to be a third-wheel on my best friend's honeymoon either. But what I really don't need is for Alessand…
I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport carousel.... and then made a deal with the devil from my darkest fantasies. Picked out a dress. Accepted his ring. Walked down the aisle under the watchful eye…
