My Fiancee's Vengeance

r. Wesley shrieked like a terrified child

lf between him and me. The edge of the hot iron b

ou?" she screamed, cradling her arm.

om the pain. Her eyes were locked on Wesley, who was putting on

g them over. "Get over here! He'

have a scratch on him. They started checking his pulse

sabotaged my rope, B

voice dripping with venom. "You're a sore lo

. That was Wesley' s word for me, the one he

then. It was o

ankle was shattered, I drove back to Bree's ranch to pack my t

nts slow and deliberate. As I walked past her b

her tone light, almost amused. "Branding the

ee laughed. It was a sound

ler? No. The plan is to invite him to the wedding. As a guest. He can watch me marry Wes

oze on the

softened. "Why Wes? Because he needs me. And I won't tarnish his reputatio

ot on my chest, hidden under my shirt. It was a permanent scar, a brand in the shape of a 'W' that

s reputation. My humiliation