Revenge Is Sweet: Marrying His Worst Enemy

I was staring at the two pink lines on the plastic stick, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld’s most ruthless faction.

Then the intercom buzzed, and a voice splintered my world.

"The little art student actually thinks I'm going to marry her? It was just a game to pass the time while you were in Europe, Estella."

I froze.

My boyfriend, Holden, was in the next room, laughing with the daughter of his rival.

He explained that I was just a "clean civilian image" he needed to secure a business deal. Now that the deal was signed, he was dumping the "stray" to marry the "Queen."

I tried to run, but freedom only lasted forty-eight hours.

Holden didn't just break my heart; he turned my terror into content.

He kidnapped me, tied me to a chair at the edge of a cliff, and forced me to choose between my life and his new fiancée's.

Then, he pushed me off the edge.

As gravity snatched me, I heard him laughing.

I landed on a stunt airbag. It was just a "social experiment." A sick prank for his amusement.

"Don't be so dramatic, Kenia," he called down. "It's just a game."

He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a prop in his life.

But he forgot that I knew his secrets.

I dragged my injured body to a payphone and dialed the one number Holden told me to fear—the rival Don, Gael Simpson.

"It's Kenia," I whispered, clutching the receiver like a lifeline. "I'm calling in the debt."