Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
That was before my dangerous ex started threatening me and my visa. The thought of being kicked out of Scotland, leaving behind my friends and the safety I’ve found here, is unthinkable. I’m determined to solve the problem myself. Everyone knows Murray is battling his ex-wife for control of his company and the only way to stop her is to remarry. So I propose a marriage deal that’ll solve both our issues. The fact that I’ve been attracted to the handsome, gentle giant of a Scot since we met is something I’ll just have to ignore if I want to remain in Scotland.
But marriage to Murray is proving to be complicated. Living under the same roof is a far bigger temptation than I anticipated. Beneath Murray’s reserve is a passionate nature that stokes the fires of my own. Soon we’re fighting a searing attraction and an intense emotional connection that’s as thrilling as it is terrifying. After my last disastrous relationship, I don’t trust myself enough to admit there’s far more than physical desire between us.
Yet when Murray finds himself caught in the grasp of a criminal organization intent on using his business for their own means, just as my ex decides to intensify his harassment, I realize there’s no denying that what I feel for my husband is a life-changing kind of love.
However, just as I begin to trust myself enough to give our marriage a real chance, danger rushes to our shore on rough tides, submerging us in a battle that might tear us apart forever
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Prologue
London
Eighteen months ago
Manhattan, New York
As I moved around the penthouse, I felt adrift from my own body. While I completed the task of showering and getting ready to meet my boyfriend Nick’s mother for lunch, I felt like I was somewhere outside of it. Like there was a disconnect between me and my physical being. However, it took such minor things to snap me back into myself, and I’d have to face the panic-inducing reality of my life.
This morning, it was the act of putting on the pearls Nick’s mom bought me last Christmas. I’d politely accepted them but later told Nick that I felt guilty because I wasn’t the pearl-wearing type and they’d sit in a drawer forever. He’d merely pressed a quick kiss to my lips and told me I had to wear them whenever I saw his mom. I’d thought he was kidding. Until the next time we were meeting his parents for dinner, and I’d walked out of the bedroom without the necklace on. When he’d asked me to put it on and I’d uncomfortably explained my aversion to the pearls, Nick coldly informed me that sometimes you had to do something you didn’t want to do if it meant being considerate of other’s feelings. He’d softened the blow of his words by stroking my cheek. “You were raised by parents who neglected to instill good manners in you. It’s not your fault. But you’ve got me now to educate you. Put on the pearls, baby. You don’t want to hurt my mother’s feelings, do you?”
Stunned, I’d shaken my head.
“Then be my good girl.” He’d kissed me deeper, igniting that fissure of sexual attraction that burned hotly between us and obliterating my desire to call him a patronizing asshole.
I’d put on the necklace, even though it made me feel like I was pretending to be something I wasn’t. Perhaps it wasn’t such a big deal and I was looking for more meaning in it than there was.
Now as I clipped together the ornate white gold clasp at the nape of my neck, my fingertips rolling across the pearly balls, I snapped back into my body with a harsh intake of breath.
I’d never experienced the level of self-loathing I felt now.
I hated myself.
I hated my life.
My entire outfit belonged to someone who wasn’t me. Wide-legged tailored pants, a pale blue silk blouse. Pointy high-heeled shoes that crippled my toes with every step. The diamond studs in my ears, a gift from Nick for my birthday.
A tightness constricted my throat, and I pressed a hand to my chest, taking in a deep breath. Slowly in and out, even as my mind raced, thinking of the next few hours to come. Sitting across from Nick’s mother, Olivia Huston. New York socialite. A lady who lunched.
Admired and envied by many.
Not by me.
I pitied her.
I pitied myself because all I’d see while sitting across the table from her was a woman who represented my future self. She was a woman controlled by her powerful and cruel husband, who criticized her and their son as if it were an Olympic sport.
Distraction. I needed a distraction.
My stupid heels clicked across the hardwood floor of the airy living area as I searched for my phone. I’d left it charging in the minimalistic kitchen on an invisible charger built into the countertops. Leaning against the island, I swiped across my phone screen, intending to scroll through social media. Maybe to torture myself by looking through Silver’s or Cynthia’s socials.
Instead, I paused at the banner notification for a Google Alert I had set for Nee. My best friend, Tierney “Nee” Silver, was once a reluctant darling of New York society, heiress to the Silver Group’s hotel empire. After her parents were killed in a helicopter accident, I watched the person I cared most about in this world become a shadow of her former self.
Therefore, I sacrificed my own happiness by suggesting she travel to Scotland. Her late grandmother was Scottish, and Nee had spent many summers there and loved it. I thought it might bring her back into the world. Instead, she broke up with her boyfriend, Nick’s best friend, and bought a guest house on a remote Scottish island. She was there now renovating it with no plans to return anytime soon.
As happy as I was to see her getting back to who she was, part of me was hurt that she decided to move away from me permanently. Nee and I were the only family the other had. Or at least that’s what I’d thought. It didn’t use to bother me so much when I was still working at the restaurant, keeping busy, socializing with Cynthia and my other colleagues. But since Nick emotionally blackmailed me into quitting, I’d had nothing but time to stew on these things. And he liked to remind me constantly that Nee had left me, and he hadn’t. That he was the only one who truly loved me.