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“He doesn’t see it like that.”

I was doing this for my brother as much as my dad, maybe even more so, but that didn’t stop the resentment bubbling away inside me. I wished things could be different, but wishes meant nothing. My life was what it was, and I just had to deal with it.










Chapter Four

Tam

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FUCKING FAMILY LOYALTY.

I scowled at my reflection in the hallway mirror of my five-bedroom Greenwich home. I didn’t want some girl living here. This was my house, and I wanted to keep it that way. The only reason I was doing this was to make it appear to my father and remaining brother that I was just as much a part of this family as Harvey had been. If Hallie happened to decide she was unable to marry me, well, that would be on her, not me. I could put my hands up and say I’d done everything I could to secure this union and she was the one who’d bailed.

No matter what I wanted, it was now late afternoon and Hallie Wynters would be here soon.

I knocked back a shot of whiskey and clenched my fists. I couldn’t believe I’d ever fucking agreed to this. I’d just lost my younger brother and now I was having to bring the woman who should have been his wife into my home.

This was her fault, at least in part. If Harvey hadn’t been standing at the front of the church, if everyone hadn’t been distracted by watching her in that ridiculous dress, they’d have realised something was wrong.

Ishould have realised something was wrong. Had I been distracted by her, too? I remembered us locking eyes as she’d entered the church. I would never have admitted it out loud, but the sight of her walking down the aisle wearing a simple, curve-fitting dress and her red hair pinned up, so it exposed her long, elegant neck, had taken my breath away. She’d certainly been a sight to behold, but that didn’t mean I wanted to marry her.

Even the word ‘marriage’ turned my stomach. I didn’t want some little wife, and if she thought I was going to be faithful to her, she was going to be sorely disappointed. One pussy for the rest of my life? No fucking chance. Dipping my cock into the same cunt for even a month was too long for me.

At least she was pretty. More than pretty—she was striking, with that red hair, pale skin, and blue-green eyes. A little turned-up nose with freckles across it, and full lips that would look perfect wrapped around my cock. I started to get hard at the thought.

But she’d end up running home to her daddy, I intended to make sure of it. I’d keep her here long enough to make my own father realise that we didn’t need this union, and then she could go home crying about what a beast I was, and I wouldn’t have to go through with this ridiculous marriage.

Had Harvey fucked her already? I wished I’d asked him now, but it hadn’t interested me enough at the time. Not that I was bothered about it if he had, but I would have liked to have got some details from him, find out what her limits were, just so I could break them.

The buzzer went, and I let out a growl. Fuck, they were here already. I pressed the button to open the gates, and they slowly swung inwards, the large black Range Rover on the other side creeping through as they did.

The rear door opened, and Marlon Wynter climbed out. Interesting. He hadn’t left one of his drivers to bring his precious daughter here alone, then. He’d wanted to do it himself. Was that because he’d wanted to check me out first or the house that was now to become his daughter’s home? Or did he not trust his daughter to make it here unless he delivered her here himself. Perhaps he’d thought she might bribe the driver and make a run for it at the last minute?

I opened my front door and approached the car.

“Mr Wynter.” I extended my hand for Marlon Wynter to shake. “Welcome to my home.”


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