Page 110 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
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Summer
What’s wrong with him?
Sinclair pauses to speak to my father, his gaze never wavering from me. His nostrils flare; his eyebrows knit. Those indigo eyes blaze as if he’s got murder on his mind. Why the hell is he so angry?
Was it something I did?
He fists his fingers at his sides; the skin stretches white at his knuckles. Huh? There’s a fierceness to the set of his features that hasn’t been there before.
"Jealousy suits him, don’t you think?"
His friend steps in front, cutting off Sinclair from my line of sight. That is, if you could call this six-foot six-inch giant of a man—with the elegant gait and the £10,000 pound suits to rival—a friend.
He holds out his hand. "I’m Saint."
"No, you’re mistaken." I tilt my head back, all the way back, to peer into his eyes. What is it with these guys? Did they put something in their water growing up, that all of them seem larger than life?
"Trust me when I say this. I’ve known Sin for a long time, and I’ve never seen him so riled up about a woman before."
"Maybe it has something to do with—" I hesitate. How much is this guy aware of Sinclair’s agenda, huh?
"Revenge?" His lips quirk, "Your father?"
I nod.
"That’s primary on all our minds right now. Why do you think all of us—well most of us—are here today?"
"Not for the wedding—" I mumble.
"—As much as to pin your father into a corner and make him, and the men he worked for, pay."
He holds out his arm and I take it. He leads me to the side.
I glance behind to see that the rest of the men have closed in on where Sinclair and Adam are speaking.
"What did my father do to make all of you so hellbent on revenge?" I chew on my lower lip.
Saint stiffens, "How much has Sinclair told you about what happened to us?"
"Nothing." I huff out a breath. Why would he? He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t owe me anything, except I am now his lawfully wedded wife. No, not even that. "He didn’t have to, right? After all he—"
"—Coerced you into this wedding, huh?"
I shoot him a sideways glance, "You don’t think I would have done this willingly, do you?"
"Well, he has a way with women."
"Not this one." I pull away from him and he holds on.
"It’s in your interest to play along."
"Huh?"
"You want something out of this entire arrangement.”
"I’m already getting—"
