Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Holy shit! My crazy husband.
I look at him and wonder if he’s somehow been body-switched because I don’t recognize this man at all. I know I was caught up in my grief and trying to graduate on time, but I’ve spent the past four months with this man, and he’s never behaved like this.
The first month, he courted me, and I felt like it was a scene straight out of a romance novel. Every night, he would come over and make me dinner. We would talk, and he’d hold me while I mourned the loss of my parents.
For Valentine’s Day, he took me on a romantic trip to the vineyards, and then over spring break, he took me skiing in honor of my parents, where he proposed, and we got married in a little church in downtown Breckenridge.
Where the hell is that man?
As I clamber out of the vehicle, desperate to get to my brother, I’m dizzy from everything that’s happened. I don’t know what’s gotten into Henry, but I’m not about to stick around and find out. If this man thinks he can take his frustration out on me, he’s got another thing coming.
After stopping at security, who gives us visitor passes, we take the elevator up to the top floor. I’m still extremely perplexed as to what we’re doing here when Henry said we were going to visit his family, so when we step onto the floor where my dad’s office used to be and where my brother’s office now resides, I glance over at Henry, trying to get a read on what he’s up to.
He’s grinning. And that confounds me even more.
But then I follow his gaze over to my brother, who’s standing with his fiancée, Hillary, and two police officers.
“You’re under arrest for the bribery of a public servant …”
“Lorenzo!” I breathe out, ready to run over to my brother.
“Don’t move,” Henry demands, putting his hand out to stop me.
“Don’t touch me!” I hiss, pushing past him and running over to Lorenzo. “What’s going on?”
“It’s all bullshit,” Lorenzo says, shaking his head. “Just a misunderstanding.”
“You sure about that?” Henry asks with a smarmy smirk on his face that causes a chill to race down my spine.
Who is this guy?
Lorenzo glares his way. “I’m sure,” he says, then looks back at me. “It’s a good thing you’re home,” he says to me with a small smile. “I need you to keep an eye on things around here until I get out, which will hopefully be soon.”
“But I … I just got here.”
“Don’t worry,” Henry says, putting his arm around me. “I’ll help you.”
“Don’t touch me!” I bark, pushing Henry off me.
Lorenzo raises a brow, but before I can talk to him about anything, the police officers are escorting him out.
“I thought we were going to see your family,” I say, wrapping my arms around my waist and taking another step away from Henry.
With Hillary having followed Lorenzo, it’s only Henry and me alone on this floor.
Henry chuckles. “This is my family.” He extends his arms out to gesture toward my brother’s office. “Did you forget, darling? I married you, and this is your family’s business.”
I eye him for a moment and then decide it’s better not to argue. My only goal in this moment is to get back down to the security desk so I can get away from Henry.
“Michael, right on time,” Henry says before I can walk away.
I glance at our family’s attorney in shock, and at least he has the decency to look guilty.
“Michael here is the reason my entire plan fell into motion.” Henry slides his arm around Michael, and Michael cringes. “Did you know that Michael is gay?”
Henry grins, and my stomach roils.
“Or is it bisexual? I can never keep up with the terms.”
Henry laughs darkly, and I want to throw up.
“Well, regardless, Michael chose to cheat on his wife with his lover. Tsk, tsk, Michael.”
Oh my God. He’s blackmailing our attorney.
“Can we just get this over with?” Michael asks, making Henry’s grin disappear.
“That’s no way to speak to the man who’s holding your marriage and career in his hands,” Henry says, taking the file from Michael and walking over to the closest desk. “Sign these.”
I wait for Michael to go over and do as he said and then realize Henry is talking to me. “What? I’m not signing anything.”
“Yes, you are,” Henry says easily. “Because if you don’t, your brother won’t make it out of jail.”
“Fuck you!” I hiss. “Do you realize who you’re messing with?”
I’ve barely finished my question when Henry cuts across the room and shoves me against the wall, wrapping his fingers around my throat.
“The question is, do you realize who you’re messing with?” he growls. “One call to the right person, and your brother’s life will be over.”