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Page 115 of The Breaking Point

Elite Status: AlumniMarital Status: Divorced

Children: Guinevere Lane Sharpe

Appearance: Brunette, 6’0, blue eyes, Caucasian

My blood runs cold as I realize what this is. It’s a file on Gwen’s dad, on her family, on her.

I flip through the other pages, seeing a full file on Gwen’s mother and on Gwen herself. I can’t help myself from reading through Gwen’s file.

Guinevere Lane SharpeBirthday: October 31st,2002

Age: 22

Location: Barrington, RI & Essex, CT

Elite Status: LegacyMarital Status: Single

Children: None

Appearance: Brunette, 5’4, blue eyes, Caucasian

I am about to explode as I wonder why my father has a file on Gwen and her family. Why he’s showing it to me.

Closing the file, I look up at my father who is watching me expectantly.

“Why do you have these?” I ask, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

My father leans his elbows on his desk and steeples his fingers. “Dean Ashby informed me that your little girlfriend is a legacy,” he tells me, his face unreadable. I already knew Gwen was a legacy since she’d told me a couple days ago, so this isn’t groundbreaking news. But I suppose to my father, it is.

Logan looks over to me, shock clear on his face, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m guessing you’re still seeing her?” Father asks, cocking an eyebrow. Do I lie and tell him I have no idea what he’s talking about, or do I tell him the truth? That Gwen and I are official. I decide on the truth, because I’m done giving a shit what he thinks.

“Yes.”

Father leans back in his chair and straightens his suit. Without looking up at me, he says, “Good. Then you’ll be getting married within the next six months, before you take your spot at the company.”

My heart stops, and I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. Logan’s head whips from our father to me, waiting to see my reaction. I don’t even have words.

Of course, I would marry Gwen tomorrow if I could. I know Gwen is going to be my wife one day. That is something I’ve known since the moment she showed me she wasn’t like all the girls. Guinevere Sharpe is mine, and we will get married someday, but there’s no way she’ll agree to getting married in six months.

And what the hell does being married have to do with anything? I don’t plan on working for the company anyway, so this is moot.

Steeling myself, I stand and lean over the desk.

“That’s not happening,” I tell him. “She’ll never agree to that.”

Father shrugs. “Then you’ll have to make her agree. This is family tradition, Ryker. Your grandfather married before building the company, and he forced me to do the same before I began to work under him. Now, it’s your turn. You’re 22, the exact age your mother and I were married. It is what we do, and you will do it,” he commands.

I swear my heart is beating so hard it’s going to fly out of my chest.

“Father, I,” Logan starts before father interrupts him.

“You will be doing the same next year. There is no debate or discussion. This is not only a Steele tradition, but an Elite tradition. As Elite’s, you both have an obligation to the vow you took when being initiated in. This was always going to happen.”

Logan’s face turns red, and I’ve never seen him angry toward our father. He’s never talked back or argued with his orders. He’s always followed the rules and accepted whatever our father told him. But he looks fucking pissed.

“Do you know how crazy this is?” Logan shouts, standing from his chair abruptly. “There is no way in hell I am getting married next year. I don’t even have a girlfriend. I’m sorry, father. But I’m not doing it.”


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