Jane and
Eric de Vries.
Eric de Vries.
Often
enemies. Sometimes lovers.
enemies. Sometimes lovers.
Husband and
wife. Or are we?
wife. Or are we?
I wore the
dress. We said the vows.
dress. We said the vows.
And somehow
it became more than just a stunt to collect his billions.
it became more than just a stunt to collect his billions.
A promise
bound by love, not hate.
bound by love, not hate.
Until he
humiliated me in front of all of New York and disappeared.
humiliated me in front of all of New York and disappeared.
Now my
errant husband has returned, and it's like I never existed.
errant husband has returned, and it's like I never existed.
Except when
he looks at me like he wants to rip my dress from my body.
he looks at me like he wants to rip my dress from my body.
Something's
holding him back. And I won't rest until I discover its cause.
holding him back. And I won't rest until I discover its cause.
See, this
wild heir is about to find out: karma's a fickle mistress.
wild heir is about to find out: karma's a fickle mistress.
My weapons?
Batting eyelashes, high heels, and that red lipstick he can't resist.
Batting eyelashes, high heels, and that red lipstick he can't resist.
I'll break
down his mask, little by little. And then I'll make him pay for what he did.
down his mask, little by little. And then I'll make him pay for what he did.
I just need
to keep my heart in check while I do it.
to keep my heart in check while I do it.
AVAILABLE NOW
Eric de
Vries.
Vries.
Looks like
millions. Worth billions.
millions. Worth billions.
A body like
the David with a mind to match.
the David with a mind to match.
Unfortunately
for this wayward heir, to keep his money, he needs a wife.
for this wayward heir, to keep his money, he needs a wife.
And of all
the women in the world, he chooses me.
the women in the world, he chooses me.
Too bad I've
hated him for five years, since he took all my tears and tossed me away. The
guy slept his way through half of New England and discarded women like hotel
toiletries.
hated him for five years, since he took all my tears and tossed me away. The
guy slept his way through half of New England and discarded women like hotel
toiletries.
Been there.
Done that.
Done that.
Still...what
would you do for twenty million dollars?
would you do for twenty million dollars?
Would you
wear the dress?
wear the dress?
Fake a smile
for the man who broke your heart?
for the man who broke your heart?
Or would you
run far, far away?
run far, far away?
Yeah, that's
what I thought.
what I thought.
I'll see you
at the church.
at the church.
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm.
When not writing fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband.
In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.
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