KIERAN
“Kieran, how can you do this to me? Just because of that girl. You’ve known me longer than you’ve known her,” Veronica said, her face pale, lips chapped and peeling.
I leaned against the wall, watching her as I took a slow drag from the cigarette between my fingers. I should’ve known better. Trusted my instincts. I wasn’t stupid. Veronica wanted me. Not because she loved me. She didn’t love anyone, not in that way. She believed marrying into the Blackwood family would throw her into the spotlight, give her more fame.
But she should’ve known better. I never gave her reason to think anything would happen between us. I never once slept with her or felt the urge to f**k her brains out. She was always stuck in the friend zone. Still, I saw it—her jealousy, the hunger in her eyes for s
