A week ago
Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjust my tight suit until it looks perfect. “This one.”
“Yes, sir,” the seller says, nodding.
“Prepare it for the wedding. I want it spotless and perfect.”
“Of course, sir,” he replies. “Only perfection for the De Vos family.”
Exactly.
Because our family doesn’t take anything less.
Even though I’m going to be marrying something less in a week from now.
I sigh to myself and go back into the changing booth. My phone buzzes, so I pick it up. “This better be important.”
“The editorial is going through,” one of my closest guards, Max, tells me. “It’ll be in the newspaper in a few days as well as on social media.”
“Good. Plaster Jasmine’s name everywhere. Online too. Make sure they put up a photo too.”
“Of course, sir.”
“And call me if you get a lead,” I say, and I click off the conversation and focus on taking off this suit.
Even though I’m marrying a girl I don’t even want, there’s still a fucking smirk on my face.
Because one thing excites me more than making sure everything is going according to plan for this goddamn wedding.
Throwing out the bait … and hoping the sister, Jill Baas, will bite.
My little runaway bride is caught between her own choices and her obligation to her family.
No fucking way will she be able to resist.
