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I’m also going to throw up.

Opening the limo door, I step out first, the girls following me as I head toward this weekend’s location for Rzvrt. All I have to do is get inside, submit my name for the auction, and wait for it to start. Once the winner is called, I’ll be his.

Of course it won’t be that easy. So much could go wrong.

My heart cinches in my chest at the thought of finally saying goodbye to Cillian, to the things we once had.

But he’s the one who threw it all away, not me. I’d rather be stuck in an unhappy marriage than go through Cillian’s rejection ever again.

I’m not stupid. I know even the most beautiful fairy tales end in disaster, and that’s what our marriage would be.

As soon as we head inside, our masks in place, we’re let into the grand ballroom. The hypnotic music surrounds us, but I ignore it, having only one mission in mind: to get to where I need to be before either Konstantin or Cillian stops me. I have no doubt that Cillian will be here soon, if he’s not already.

The girls and I weave through the space, heading for one of the women wearing a red collar, signaling that they work here.

“Hi. Can you tell me where the auctions are taking place?”

“Outside.” She points behind her. “Are you looking to participate or watch?”

“Looking to join the wedding auction.”

She removes a cellphone from the waist of her ultra-miniskirt. After pressing a few keys, she scans my mask.

“Read the contract and initial.”

Before I can second-guess myself, I sign it. A jolt of adrenaline shoots through me, my stomach twisting, every nerve ending sparking to life.

I’m really doing this.

“In about thirty minutes, come back here, and one of the girls will get you ready for the stage. Do not be late. Understand?”

“Yes.” I clear my throat from her cold tone. “May I go first?”

She laughs. “I will put in the request, but no promises.”

“Thanks.”

She nods, placing her phone back in her holster.

“This is crazy, Din,” Natalia says as we start toward the bar.

I know.

CHAPTER39

DINARA

“Are you ready?”Tiffany, one of the staff members, pulls me from my thoughts as she inspects my outfit.

The sheer white gown clings to me, the veil draped over my face.

Of course I’m not ready. This is insane.

“Yes,” I lie.

She surveys me one last time. “I’ll take you downstairs. Once you’re on stage, the bidding begins.” Checking her phone, she asks, “Dina is the name you want to go by, right?”

I nod.

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