Married To My Ruthless Childhood Sweetheart

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ch's headlights, Finnegan moved toward me like a

ook a step back, only to find two bodyguards from

of me and looked down, dark an

think you're g

how he knew about my flight, but I forced

to do with you.

screeched to a halt right behind the Maybach, and a woma

tar PR socialite, and the woman the whole league knew as Finnega

ooped her arm through his like she own

the middle of the night because

er holding my head under freezing shower water in the college

kept staring at me like he was waiting for an exp

ven smugger and brushed a curl behind her ear,

he team's PR crisis. You don't actually think a

er eye, dropped my hand from my bag

e mink coat can't cover up the rot

ked that the quiet girl she used to bully five years

lance over Finne

end' on a leash. I have zero interest in p

yanked his arm out of Carmela's grip, took

that

ly low, every word grou

rry you, and I won't be

ithout blinking and pull

and ignoring my struggle completely, he bent down

d to my head, pounding my f

ou crazy bastar

rode toward the Maybach, and ba

e trunk and tell tha

ace twisted with anger as Finnegan shoved me

in

look back at her befo

private business. Y

hud, cutting off the outside world and

up almost all the space as he pinned me down against th

ashed across his cold, handsome face as the car started m

at him in

me? You hate me anyway, and you

enly lowered his head until his forehead rested

ot on that plane tonight, I

, making my heart skip a beat before the craz

eturning to that cold, control

lanned. If you try to run again, I'll make sure ever

my right hand up to slap his face, only fo

ne hand, leaned down, and bit hard on my earlo

na. Don't force me