[Arthurs’ POV]
There weren’t many people I would openly confide in. If I’ve learned anything about being a Winslow, it was that people always wanted something from me. Money. Attention. Popularity.
Most of my life had been planned out since I was a child. Including who my Chosen Mate was meant to be. Olivia Jones.
She was cunning as she was beautiful.
Growing up, the two of us were thick as thieves, always getting into mischief and honing our skills. We both knew from an early age that we would never exceed to be more than friends. Which, in a way, worked out well for us. In the presence of our families and socialites, we were a perfectly crafted couple. However, Olivia and I gave each other a free pass to be with whoever pleased behind closed doors.
It may not be the most convent
