Thea
A girl who changes oil for a living.
The words hit me like a physical blow. A blunt-force trauma straight to the ribs.
All the air rushed out of my lungs. I stumbled back a step.
Suddenly, everything made agonizing, terrifying sense.
The bottomless bank accounts. The polished, corporate authority.
Miles wasn't just a rich kid playing biker. He was the sole heir to a corporate dynasty. He was a prince locked in a glass tower, playing in the dirt before his father pulled the leash tight.
And I wasn't his equal. I was a distraction. I was a temporary rebellion against an arranged marriage with a woman who probably owned half the city.
“Don't embarrass yourself by believing a girl covered in engine grease could ever actually stand by his side.”
Ivy hadn't just been a jealous ex
