To Marry A Monster
Dante. I slam the door behind me, and I lean against it and sigh deeply. His voice
ter to myself, tossing the rulebook onto
eces. But that's exactly what Dante would expect me to do, isn't it? Throw a tantrum. Break somethin
not ha
ter than him. The contract is signed, and there's no undoing that. But nowhere
ithin the estate grounds unless accompanied by me or someone I authorize. Should you a
r smile. Of course. I'm a
knock at the door. I roll my eyes so
I turn my head shar
nside, her expression is blank and neutral. Her hands are folded p
or tonight's gala," she says calmly, like s
k. "Th
ticians, businessmen, and individuals of great influence
makes me wan
Yeah, no thanks. Tell you
h. "I'm afraid it is not a
isn't. Noth
the eye of someone who's dressed many unwilling women before me. "Your
more about something I can't even refuse to participate in. I
s out without another word,
o form. I can feel the pressure building behind my eyes, tears I am unwilling to shed.
to be strong and deal w
to Dante's world and network. Politicians. Businessmen. Influential figu
The cogwheels in my
The entire place us crawling with guards and button men, the maids are probably watching my every move, and Dante might even be cr
long distance, ending at a high stone wall topped with what I'm sure is barbed wire disguised by
from what little I've seen. The main entrance is heavily guarded. The back entrance through the kitchen has staff coming and going at all hours. T
e at the estate. They'll have to take me somewh
ter and wrap a to
ile he's busy, my way to the exit, and disappear into the night. I could flag down a taxi, head straight to the airport, use the emergency credit card Mam
If I run and he catches me, what then? What p
about the
he thought of it makes me want to pull out my hair-and till then I think there's a loophole for me to escape. The engagement p