Page 46 of Collateral Claim (The Sovereigns #1)

I hate Scarlett Pembroke

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When Scarlett Pembroke heard me announce our engagement in front of all the elites of our country, she clutched her pearls. After all, we’d never even met before I showed up to collect her from her father’s birthday party.

She wore a beautiful beige silk gown with pretty sandals. Her toes were painted pale pink, and her chestnut-brown hair was pulled back into a bun so neat and tight, I thought it might give her a headache.

While I held the hand she slipped a princess-cut diamond engagement ring on, Scarlett covered her shock with a well-practiced, polite smile. She wouldn’t let me kiss her on the cheek, and threatened to knee me in the sac.

Given her upbringing, the fact that she was daddy’s good girl, and a medical school graduate who, upon graduation, signed up for volunteer work in the country her deceased mother emigrated from, when I took Scarlett Pembroke as collateral, I predicted she would be a pain in my arse.

I was not wrong.

I hate Scarlett Pembroke.

I hate that I fell in love with her even more.