Every time I kissed Winston, his older brother Raynard would stare at me.
I had a bad feeling.
Until one day… I woke up in Raynard’s bed.
“You’re mine,” he growled, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
My father found out and forced me to marry Raynard.
No—this was a nightmare.
I hated him. After the wedding, we barely spoke.
Until one day, Raynard finally snapped and asked for a divorce.
But as I signed the papers, he said, “You’ll come back to me.
And next time, you’ll beg to be mine.”