The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“Your mother. You’re going to plan my wedding and
ignore everything we had because of your mother.”
“Yes. I’ve already hurt my parents enough this past year. I
won’t let another man dictate the way I live my life.”
“I’m not . . . ” He took a deep breath, his grip tightening
on the basket. “I’m not trying to dictate your life. I’m trying
to save you some heartache.”
“Yeah, well, it’s a little too late for that, Elias.” I
swallowed back my emotion and turned around, unable to
look him in the eye any longer. “Please don’t follow me.”