Her Unwanted Prince Husband

y father forced me to marry, and I made his life a living hell. I never imagined that the

the father of the child I carried in secret. It all starte

pital, but wealth could not buy us a title. He arranged my marriage to the son of a high-ranking official, a matc

eliever in signs and omens, saw this as a twist of fate. He canceled my prestigious engagement

n who smelled of horses and dirt. I begged, I screamed, I cried, but my father' s mind was m

, eat leftovers in the kitchen, and perform the most demeaning chores for my amusement. I would parade hi

t only enraged me more. He endured every insult, every ac

ghtmare. Suddenly, Finn was there. He moved with a speed and force I had never seen, dispatching the men with brutal efficiency. He wasn't just a stablehan

and saw the man beneath the dirt. The anger and resentment I had harbored for two years melted away, replaced by a confusing mix of gratitude

pped calling him Dusty. I found myself watching him, waiting fo

ve a child with Finn. I decided to tell him, to finally try and build a real life with him. I found him in the garden, and I was about to speak, to share

ime to return to the palace." My world tilted on its axis. Dusty, my stablehand husb

mense power and authority. The warmth I had started to feel from him vanished, replaced by an icy wall of

and grace. When I tried to speak to him alone, to tell him about our baby, he cu

he words shattered my heart. I fled, unable to bear the public humiliation a

that my father, Mr. Hayes, had been arrested. He was fra

n, and a death sentence loomed over his head. My mother was a wreck, and my younger brother, Liam, paced the house like a caged anima

o me, her hands trembling as she clutched mine

ly ill. He hated me. He had cast me aside without a second thought for me or our unborn child. How could I possibly ask him for h

e imposing gates, my heart pounding in my chest. I was a commoner asking for a

He didn't look up when I entered. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. He looked at me then, his eyes sweeping over my si

. "I haven't come for myself. My father... he's been framed. He's innocent. I beg you, please help him." As I

t realized I missed. His body was rigid, unyielding. He pushed me away as if I were something vile. I scram

ord. His gaze was predatory, sending a shiver of fear down my spine. "Very well, Scarlett. You want my help?" He

like iron, and pulled me to my feet. He dragged me out of the office and through the winding corri