“I won’t do anything to you that you won’t allow, Lyndsay.” Even now, Tristan’s words continued to echo in both of her ears.
Somehow, that sentence had taken on a double meaning for her.
And that word he kept saying—“marriage”—something she once swore she would never allow… yet she was the one who broke her own promise.
Because now, she was officially Mrs. Leviste. In the end, Tristan had managed to convince her into this kind of arrangement. Even now, she still couldn’t believe that she was married to someone she didn’t truly know.
They kept everything simple since it was rushed. They had a civil wedding. She was already an orphan—her mother had passed away, and she had no news about her father—so only Clarisse was with her on her wedding day. As for Tristan… not a single relative of
