Is This My Fate? (the accidental bride)
ht, Mrs.
and I was left alone
ted
e that my heart was
ely s
and over in my mind, and by morning, my
ind a way out
y way downstairs. The mansion was eerily quiet, but I follow
offee like he didn't have a care in the world. Across from him
completely. "Tell me how to
ancing between us. "Good mo
k in his chair.
turning to the woman. "I
nulment is complicated, especially considering
. "Business
e my wife now, Prevail. That co
y spine. "What kin
attend events with me, and play the part of
ts. "And what do
g that wasn't quite a smile. "Yo
mach d
een m
n this nightmare f
ng my voice to stay ste
. "Then be prepared
ned, but before I could lash out, a d
is is a s
ned s
ge and illness, but there was no mistaking the power he still carried. His silver hair was neatly c
mmediately.
d. This was Dre
He exhaled, lowering himself into a chair with some effort. Drew m
ed his gaze on me. "So, this is the young
iffe
d away, hi
eak. "Don't look so guilty, Drew. I didn'
cing myself to speak.
me over in his mind. "Well, Prevail, I
"What do
uing. "Drew never mentioned you. Not once. And then, suddenly, I hear he'
wasn't secrecy. I
"Sudden? That's unlike you. I
aid no
ack in his chair. "Regardless, I'm
. "The ri
d stability means legacy." His gaze darkened slig
in my stom
e to see your wife. It's time we handle the tra
ened. "You're
ded. "I don't have
ce settled o
slipping. His hands curled into fists,
pire. Now, it's your turn to carry it forward." He paused, then
mouth, the
t belong here. But one look at Drew's hardened expressio
rew, take care of her. A good wif
eyes da
eath the table, my pul
ad no idea this m
ht of an entire e
jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might break his teeth. His grandfather's wor
ding. My gaze flickered to Drew
n the silence, smiled faintly. "Good. Now that
"I'll handle the transfer," he said, his vo
ou? No, Drew, I'll rest when I know this empire is in good hands." He coughed,
fore speaking.
r," he interrupted
ed me into this family without question, wi
nod. "Grandfather