(DISCLAIMER: Dubious Consent. Read with Caution!)
Evangeline’s POV:
Those were the last words I remembered from that specific memory.
The next time we met was almost eight years later.
I never forgot about him, though. I had his pictures, knew of his awards, learned about his projects—him. Always, everywhere, him. I never saw him again in person though. Not until years later.
When I found out at the age of sixteen that the person I had been arranged to marry was actually him, I had been ecstatic. After all, I had always regarded him as the superhero in the novels I read.
Princes who came to the rescue.
Unaware that he wasn’t anywhere near a prince.
No, he was the villain.
The villain I had hopelessly fallen in love with... the villain I was still hopelessly in love with. Even afte
