I’d promised for us to get married, to run away the next morning, until one of my warehouses was raided in the middle of the night.
There was evidence, evidence linking to me, I needed to pull a few strings, only one person could help me. Mr Simpson, he was the town mayor.
He could clear everything for me, but there was a condition, that I married her daughter.
“Once Charlotte is dating you, then everything will be cleared, you know how she’s heard a soft spot for you ever since you were kids,” he calmly said as he sat behind his table.
His words made my blood boil, I was in love with someone, and I was going to ask her to marry me, then we could disappear, probably stage our own deaths.
And run away together.
Thinking about her calmed my nerves, I sighed loudly, took a deep br
