Eric de Vries.
enemies. Sometimes lovers.
wife. Or are we?
I wore the
dress. We said the vows.
it became more than just a stunt to collect his billions.
bound by love, not hate.
humiliated me in front of all of New York and disappeared.
errant husband has returned, and it's like I never existed.
he looks at me like he wants to rip my dress from my body.
holding him back. And I won't rest until I discover its cause.
wild heir is about to find out: karma's a fickle mistress.
Batting eyelashes, high heels, and that red lipstick he can't resist.
down his mask, little by little. And then I'll make him pay for what he did.
I just need
to keep my heart in check while I do it.
millions. Worth billions.
A body like
the David with a mind to match.
for this wayward heir, to keep his money, he needs a wife.
And of all
the women in the world, he chooses me.
Too bad I've
hated him for five years, since he took all my tears and tossed me away. The
guy slept his way through half of New England and discarded women like hotel
would you do for twenty million dollars?
wear the dress?
Fake a smile
for the man who broke your heart?
Or would you
run far, far away?
what I thought.
I'll see you
at the church.
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm.
When not writing fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband.
In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.