Marcus waited at home, just as he used to, only to be told that she had gone abroad.
His fingers curled into a fist.
"Book me the earliest flight to Valoria," he ordered Owen.
As he prepared to leave, someone stepped into his path.
"Marcus, our wedding is the day after tomorrow. Can you wait until after the ceremony before you go?" Tears streamed down Sophia's face. "I know you've never loved me. I know Ms. Brooks is important to you. But can't you at least wait until we're married?" She clutched his sleeve. "Do you really want people to laugh at me twice?"
Marcus looked at her tear-streaked face and felt irritated.
Sophia had grown up as a sheltered heiress.
She had swallowed her pride to plead with him, and he had always treated her like a younger sister.
He could only try to cal
