The Trap Of An Arranged Marriage
twisted, her face set in a deep frown, and her
n the road and shaking her head. "This has t
perfect pla
fter her stepbrother's men escorted her to the changing room-which she did
waiting for her with a packed bag, a fake identity, and
s going right
d him-politely, at that-to mind his own fucking business. But maybe it was her tone or the fact that he was a drunk
he saw the ring on her finger-a giant ring with a huge diamond and a band studded with more diamonds. She thought h
fucking cold winter. He stared at the ring as if she were a ghost,
d her bag out of the cab and
?" she growled, staring at the tail
along the empty road. "First, my stepbrother's men, now a
h a ride, but none of the cars stopped, zipping past her
voice raw with anger. "Stop, you fucking idiot
nother growl rumbled at
t a ride soon
n boiling over. "You k
ook another deep breath, he
she stepped forward and stood right in front
tered to herself, squeezing her
le whipped her hair wildly. She could hear the brakes screechin
art racing. The car was right in front of
umbling backward as t
man stepped out, his face partially obscured by the glare of the headlig
he snarled, his voice deep and commanding
quinting at him through her fingers. "I-
u have any idea how dangerous it is to play these ga
be Mikhail was right-she did hit
's not like she ha
people actually stopped to help, I wouldn't have to resort to