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