Burning Down the House of My Four Fake Lovers

mien stepped inside, using the override access my father had given him

eyes red and swollen fro

condescending purr. "I know you're upset, Elena. But you have to understand. Luna comes from nothing, just

omised that once we were married, he would give me all the respect and honor a wife

sion. He was giving me his terms. He expected me to accept an open rival for his affection and a

wered immediately, his voice softening. "I'll

said, placing the gift box on my nights

elegant diamond pendant. It was beautif

solation pri

the trash chute in the wall, and dro

e the world, not one who would a

It was to be the biggest social event of the year, a celebra

tler entered my dressing room holdi

for you, Miss Barro

kipped a b

designer, the fabric a deep, midnight blue that shimmered with thousands of tiny, hand-sewn crystals, like a captured galaxy

d at Hermès," it read. "But in my eyes, only th

on my face. When I put on the gown and the jewels, I

party, but her eyes were fixed on the sapphires around my neck. Her smile fa

she said, her voice tight. "

ast her wit

oo comfortable," she hissed at my back. "He's only marryi

y path, and held up her phone. "He'll

t was her and Damien, tangled together in his off

. "And it's not just him. Kennith, Leo... they all adore me. They'd do any