
“Twelve minutes after midnight, three hundred people knew the man I loved had publicly humiliated me, and some were already laughing. Then the most feared man in the ballroom walked straight toward my table, draped his coat over my trembling shoulders, and murmured, “Stand up and act like you’re mine,” while the man who had broken my heart watched from across the room.
PART 2 Nathaniel Mercer stopped beside my chair. Up close, he seemed even larger than he had from across the ballroom, though it wasn’t his height that made…








