A Bride Forged in Fire

ast. Liam's drug-fueled shouts, Sarah's carefully-timed

looked at my hands. They were smooth, unburned. I touched my

eal. I w

hed over me, so vivid t

Sarah' s lies. He loved me, but his pride and his rigid code

e had said, his voice heavy as he signed the papers that ma

aisle like a prisoner walking to her execution. Liam stood at the alt

ed it down my throat, piece by piece, a

ion. The pai

r ag

door pulled me from

? Something terrible i

keeper's daughter. My b

eld my hand and told me everything would be okay, all while spreading rumors

with fake concern. "Your stepmom is crying, and L

ame trap. To be the one discovered in the room wi

efore the fire in my past life. Sophia, talking to he

erything, and for what? For being John Miller' s daughter. It' s

s a lie, a long-con

ked it. Sophia stood there, he

mething!" she urged, grabbing my arm a

d her straight in the

at, So

... talk to him! You're the only one he ever listens t

as last time. T

he actress was g

re right. But I can't go down there looking like this

rom Dad's assistant that the new limited-edition Céleste purse is dropping at the downto

eplaced her feigned panic. The Céleste pu

sked, though her feet were alre

m its hanger. "I'll handle it. A purse lik

ally th

ins

ps hurrying down the stairs and out the front door, abando

the front door clos

moment, save for the muffl

ne was

o. Let the real p