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“Just memories.” There have been a lot of them.
“Of your bitch of a sister?”
I smile, appreciating that she’ll say the stuff out loud that I never would.
“I don’t think you have to worry about either one of your men behaving that way.”
If their actions are any indication, they’ll be loyal.
If Forrest didn’t keep trying to run my life, I might not hate this moment as much as I do.
Was it just two weeks ago that I’d been cautiously optimistic about my life?
And if it weren’t for the pregnancy, I’d be working at the gallery. I’d been offered the job, but I’d been compelled to be honest with Miranda.
The fact that I’m expecting a child and my future husband refuses to wait to get married and go on our honeymoon means that I wouldn’t be an ideal employee. And I hate that.
Miranda insisted she understood. If anything changed for me in the future, I was free to reach out to her again.
Amelia straightens my gown.
There’s no one better.
She owns one of the city’s most exclusive clothing boutiques.
“You look beautiful.”
There’s a knock on the door, and I inhale sharply, but relax when I see Marcella, the photographer that Edward and my mother had hired.
Zev told me that Forrest had insisted she destroy the digital files from my abandoned wedding, and he paid the remaining balance that Edward had ignored.
The woman is talented as well as competent.
“Mind if I get a couple of snaps of the two of you together?”
She makes several suggestions for poses, and Amelia makes a joke that’s so ridiculous that I smile for the first time in weeks.
“Beautiful.” Before leaving, Marcella blows me an air kiss.
“I’m sure your grooms are impatient.” Amelia squeezes my hand.
I nod. This is much farther than I’d gotten with my last wedding, and nerves have my stomach in knots.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Once again, I have no choice.
Since the brothers showed up on my doorstep, I’ve done some research into their backgrounds.
As far as I can tell, the owl I saw on Forrest’s ring and Zev’s cuff links represents their membership in a secret society of billionaires, world leaders, entrepreneurs, politicians, scientists, authors, entertainers, and philosophers. Though there is no official list of the people who belong—if indeed the organization truly does exist—it’s made up of the world’s elites.
According to what I learned, they’ve been nicknamed Titans, and they are rumored to look out for one another.
Of that I have no doubt.
Forrest has an almost magical ability to get what he wants, from finding me in Idaho, to hiring a private doctor and even putting an offer on the house of my dreams.
I shake my head. How is it possible that this is my life?