Our wedding was set for this July. Our honeymoon would take place in Aruba. I was excited. I was all too eager to become Mrs. Hawke. As Liam and I walked together on the beach hand in hand, I just couldn’t be happier.
I looked over at his blonde perfection, marveling over his charm, his sexiness. And to think in just a few short months he would officially be mine and mine alone. He turned to look at me, catching me ogling at him. He raised a brow.
“See something you like?” he asked cockily. I grinned.
“Actually I do,” I told him.
“Yeah?”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” I leaned toward him and he leaned toward me, just as our lips were about to touch I said,
“There’s a little ice cream shop right behind you.” And then I pulled away, walking towards the little ice cream parlor. I heard Liam give a sexually frustrated curse behind me before he caught up to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me around to face him.
“You couldn’t have thought you could get away without giving me a kiss first,” he chastised me, moving in closer.
“And why would I do that?” I asked, tilting my head. He smiled, his eyes doing that thing where they turned into liquid fire.
“Because you’re Mrs. Hawke,” he whispered, taking my head in his hands and kissing me until breathing was nearly impossible.
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The announcement of their wedding was everywhere. In the magazines on TV. She just couldn’t escape it. Here I am, rotting away in a prison cell and she’s about to become Mrs. Hawke, Gretchen thought bitterly. She bit down on her tongue until she could taste the blood in her mouth. Rage pooled in her stomach like a river.
“Gretchen,” the guard said, coming up to her cell. “You’ve got a visitor.” Gretchen looked up in shock, momentarily forgetting her bitterness and hatred. She never got any visits. Not even from her father. She was lead to a private room and in that room stood William Hawke.
“Mr. Hawke?” Gretchen blinked.
“Yes, though in not the William Hawke you think I am,” he said, smiling without humor. “I’m the real Liam Hawke. The man who took over my company is an imposter.” Gretchen’s eyes widened.
“Does Liam know?” she asked.
“Of course he knows,” William spat bitterly. “He was the one who trapped me for all those years. All to protect his w—e of a mother. But I escaped. And now I want revenge. And I have a feeling you do too.” Gretchen was at the edge of her seat, her heart pounding in anticipation.
“Of course I do,” she breathed. “I want to see Yvonne wriggle like a worm on a hook.”
“Good, because I’m going to need your help.” He grinned and Gretchen grinned back. She could almost taste the revenge, hear Yvonne screaming as she ended her life. Today was a good day after all.
★★★★★ The End★★★★★
