Page 88 of Property of Legend

Diamond on her finger, Sam Worthington standing beside her like he’d been born with a stick up his ass and a six-figure smug grin.

"Congratulations to the future Mrs.Worthington," the caption read.

My heart fuckin’ stops.

Then it fucking’ detonates.

I throw her phone across the garage, shattering it against the wall.

Oaks looks up from the barbell bench."Whose neck am I breakin’, brother?"

"Get the bikes ready.We’re riding to Paradise Falls."

I don’t knock.

Don’t call.

Don’t wait for a goddamn invite.

The engagement party is in full swing.White tents.String lights.A damn jazz quartet.Waiters with silver trays and bow ties.A cocktail bar shaped like a bourbon barrel.I hate all of it.

And then I see her.

Sophie.

Glowing.

Fake.

Laughing with that PR bastard like he hadn’t just stolen my world out from under me.

I stalk across the lawn like a storm made flesh, cut through the crowd, and shout her name.

"SOPHIE!"

The music stutters.People gasp.Sam turns.

She does too.

Eyes wide.

Mouth parted.

"What the hell are you doing here?"she asks, voice tight and high.

"Telling you I love you."

A ripple of whispers tears through the crowd.

"You can’t do this," she hisses.

"I just did."

Sam steps forward."You need to leave."

"Not before she knows the truth.I never stopped loving you, Sophie.Not for a second."

Her hands shake around her wine glass.Her eyes well.From anger, from sorrow.I don’t know and I don’t give a damn.

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