Bride Of The Vengeful Alpha

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ning when I haven't had coffee yet. I'm mateless, sure, like that isn't a fact, who cares? So after months and months of rejection letters, doors slammed in my face, being run off by restaurant owners, insulted by salon owners, and what have you, Great Dame Louisa had offered me a little assistant role in her atelier. To be fair, I didn't know it was a bridal store; all I heard was a job, and I said yes. In hindsight, I should have known that no one would willingly agree to give me a job if there weren't hiccups attached to it. Turns out, I'm some kind of reverse sale technique: mightier-than-thou, self-centered, rude, and arrogant she-wolfs and Lunas get a kick out of using me as their little errand girl whilst they try on wedding dresses and give me fake consolations on how it isn't for eve

is the cleaner's job, but Annabell has been getting a bit cheeky and rude and coming later than usual. Like a setup to make me clean ahead of her. The other

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ut done anyway," I say

tea," she walks away heading in the direction of the kitchen. At 5'8", with a curvy body a

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day's end when the last person I ever expected to see walked in, Freya Rivers. We went to the same high school, and she made sure I didn't forget it back then. She was one of the mean ones who would say the nastiest things to me. That aside, she's also the main reason why half the town doesn't like me and labeled me a slut. I mentally shut down that train of thought. I don't want to relieve that moment at 16, not while I'm working. She and her friend, Kimberly Beaumont peruse th

er attendants try to clean up the mess while Dame barks that I should help her

handle the fact that you were miserable and alone and wanted what I had, you just had to rub it

one wanted you; you just had to

a wrong and wicked way. It is the thought that makes me lift my chin to say, "I never a

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