my sister stole my fiancé so I married the devil

Our daughter was born on the first clear night of April, in a room full of candles, with my mother

My mother arrived at 6:40 in the morning. She got out of the car in a coat that wasn’t hers,

He didn’t make it to the door. “Nikolai,” Damien said. “Take Cohen Sinclair to the north room. Nobody touches him.

The gates closed with a sound like a coffin lid. My father tried, God help him, to bluff. “You’re taking

Nine weeks was wrong. I found out later the doctor misread the chart in his own handwriting; I was nine

They didn’t take me to the basement. They took me to the study-the one room I’d been forbidden-and Damien was

I bought the test in a pharmacy in the valley town with Nikolai standing at the end of the aisle,

I got downstairs in time to hear my sister lie beautifully. “-couldn’t sleep,” Sienna was saying, standing in the great

They married us in ninety minutes. No church, no vows I’d choose, no witnesses that loved me. A judge from

Two hundred people held their breath. “It’s not ” My tongue wouldn’t work. “It’s a bruise. I fell.” “Don’t.” His