Cheryl’s POV
I stood there, frozen, my champagne glass suddenly feeling like a lead weight in my hand. Sabrina’s words echoed in my head, a sharp, biting reminder that I had once again stumbled into someone else’s game, a pawn in a world that never seemed to stop testing my patience.
Oliver needs to get his inheritance, and the only way to do that is to get married.
Sabrina shot me one last, knowing smirk before she turned on her heel, her sequined dress shimmering under the lights as she strode off to join a cluster of guests across the room. I watched her go, the sway of her hips and the confident tilt of her head only fueling the anger simmering beneath my skin.
I exhaled slowly, my pulse thrumming in my ears.
I drained the rest of my champagne in one long, bitter gulp, the fizzy l
