Brenda’s POV.
Moving in with Lucian was less stressful than I thought because I wasn’t allowed to come with any of my personal belongings.
The only thing I came with was my cell phone, nothing else.
He got me new ones and made sure I never lacked anything in his house, but I still avoided him like a plague.
He wanted us to be friends, and at least, be cool with each other but I wasn’t comfortable with that.
Today’s the day when we’d be signing our marriage certificate in the presence of his lawyer.
“Brenda!” I heard him call me from downstairs and I heaved deeply.
“I’ll be right there,” I replied hastily.
At this point, there was no backing down—but I still couldn’t help asking myself if all this was worth it.
Was getting married to a man I do not love worth seeking reveng
