He Thought I Loved Him—Dating My Childhood Sweetheart Was Work Chapter 01

He Thought I Loved Him—Dating My Childhood Sweetheart Was Work Chapter 01

The Voss family practically raised me to become their second daughter-in-law. The first was my older sister.

My sister married the heir, Silas Voss.

And I was waiting to marry the youngest Voss son, Asher Voss.

My sister and Silas were truly in love.

But Asher? He was in love with someone else.

He looked utterly annoyed every time he saw me. I’d just smile softly and play along.

One month before the engagement, Asher got drunk. He told me to drink with his friends.

“Elowen, are you ignoring me now?”

“It’s just a drink. Why the drama?”

“The Andersons sent one daughter, and now they send you. Are they that desperate to latch onto the Vosses?”

“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t want this engagement.”

I bit my lip and downed the drink in one gulp.

It felt good.

Two years of swallowing my pride. 7. 5 million dollars was almost mine.

Asher didn’t know I was the Anderson’s fake heiress. The real Anderson daughter was finally coming home tomorrow.

I was leaving this city for good—with the money!

***

After I finished drinking, Asher wouldn’t let it go.

His long fingers loosened his tie.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close, a sneer on his lips.

“Was that so hard?”

“Everyone here’s celebrating our upcoming engagement.”

“Your scheme worked, and you won’t even have a drink?”

Asher was cruel and sharp-tongued, but devastatingly handsome. He’d spent twenty-five years obsessing over one unattainable girl.

It was no secret in Aurora Hills.

Everyone praised his looks and his devotion.

No one saw his cruel side.

I’d already had quite a bit to drink, and now watching Asher talk was like watching a foul-tempered dog barking.

I didn’t understand what he said.

I just smiled and nodded.

Seeing me like this, Asher smiled in satisfaction. He pinched my cheek, then pulled me into his arms like it was nothing.

The others didn’t even blink.

The notoriously hard-to-get Asher Voss.

Only in these last two years, with all my care and attention, had he let me get close. Let me follow him around.

He even gave me a nickname.

“Wifey candidate number one.”