Chapter 9
My life vest finally settling into place. My adoptive parents didn’t love me Heir own daughter, but they treated me well enough.
pysides occasionally sohetting design drafts to the stolio, had developed love for reading.
My past made it hard to open up, so I had no friends and had never fallen in love.
Stacy, my adoptive parents’ daughter, often thacked me, calling me a socially Hept bookworm
I didn’t care. hooks gave the strength
Bat over time, my adoptive parents started to believe her.
Then, without my lamwledge, they arranged my matriage.
One Week Age
When I came downstairs for dinner, my adoptive father, Gerald, said colilly, Congratulations. You’re getting married.”
My adoptive mother. Stephanie, sighed. “Dawn, we’re getting old. When harp comes, no one will take care of you. So we found you a charming, handsome husband.“
“His name is Kear
Kez. That sounded like a bald man in bis fifties.
A chill ran down my spine.
“I don’t want to
I want to marry a stranger. Why are you doing this?” I panicked.
Gerald cut me off “Because we’re getting a lot of money. This isn’t a request. We took you in, so now it’s time for you to repay us.”
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Money? Were they selling mo?
“What did I do to deserve this?” My voice shook. “I won’t marry someone I dont love.”
They didn’t know my past. They didn’t understand how painful a loveless marriage could be.
“Enough!” Gerald snapped. “You will marry him.”
For a week, they locked me in the house and cut off my contact with the design studio…
Then the wedding day arrived.
Present
Tears blurred my vision as I walked onto the stage.
There were few guests. I had no friends or family, and my groom wanted this wedding kept quiet.
Clutching my bouquet, I looked ahead.
Atall, striking man stood there.
He wore a gray–brown tailecat, his hair tied hack in a short ponytail, a jasmine flower in his pocket.
His blue p green eyes locked onto mine. He smiled faintly.
“Kezr Heznaya, do you take Dawn Graves as your wife?”
I looked up. His expression was stiff, his reluctance clear.
“..I da” he gritted out
My Boyfriend Drained My Bled to Please His Stepsister
“bayo Cravec do you take Xezt Bornaya as your busbami?“
You may now the bride.”
My breath caught.
He leaned in, closer and clover–then presed a light kiss in the tip of my note
A shiver ran doen, my s
spine
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