Broken Vows
Emerson
Mikhail Dokovic comes from a long lineage of politically influential men. Because of his birth order, he was supposed to be at the top of his family’s dynasty, but when our worlds collided in my family’s pub, it felt far from the truth.
Years of physical and mental abuse weighed heavily on his shoulders. Yet, he still had that irresistible charm that left every woman within a five-mile radius desperate for fresh panties.
Myself included.
I fell under his spell in an instant, and we shared three magical years together.
It was perfect… until it wasn’t.
Despite Mikhail’s vow that it was me or no one, his family branded me as “unworthy,” and soon after, our relationship came crashing down.
He left me at the altar, so I have no idea why the man who shattered our relationship ten years ago is now insisting we marry under the promise of a hefty inheritance.
I would ask questions, but a woman with no money to her name and a gravely ill mother doesn’t have the luxury of time. I must marry the man I’m beginning to hate or bury my mother. Those are my only choices.
Mikhail
I attended my grandfather’s will reading purely out of curiosity. I didn’t anticipate being awarded a majority share of his wealth. He had hated me from the day I was born, and his disdain was evident throughout my life until his passing.
To say I was shocked when awarded five hundred million dollars is an understatement. I was flabbergasted. However, that shock paled compared to the surprise that followed when I learned the conditions of my inheritance.
I was to marry my grandfather’s preferred choice by the end of the week, and she now despises me as much as my grandfather once did.
Emerson Morozov is the only woman I’ve ever loved. She was the ember that brought me back to life and made me believe my life was worth living.
But since she is also the woman who left me at the altar ten years ago, I knew we wouldn’t survive my grandfather’s strict terms.
I tried to walk away. I am successful in my own right and, as such, don’t need my grandfather’s dirty money. But when I discovered I wouldn’t be the only one benefiting from his unexpected generosity, I had a change of heart.
Emerson’s mother is sick, and although heaven has no rage like a love turned to hatred, when the woman you promised to love to the end of eternity needs your help, you side with the devil to achieve the seemingly impossible—even one six feet under.
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