He has taken me away from everything that I know and love. I only have one choice: to do everything he says or my fate will be worse than death. What does he want? He wants to play a game. But I’m not the only one playing. There are others. Prettier, smarter, more charming than I am. But only one of us can be the winner. Only one of us can be his wife.
Dear Mr. Arrogant Jerk, You claim I stole your parking space, but that’s because you’re a smug, full-of-yourself, patronizing bonehead. You think you’re entitled to everything you see. Newsflash: You’re not. As such, you can stop staring at my a**.
Cinderella only has one Prince Charming, but I found three. Eton didn’t tell me he had brothers. I didn’t tell him I worked in a lap dancing bar. We all have secrets. Imagine my surprise when I saw him there. Only later, I discovered it wasn’t striptease that enticed the triplets to the bar.