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

C H A P T E R 1
F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R
Being back in Marbella sucked. My mother referred
to this as home, and expected me to as well, but
after living in so many places and finally settling in London,
I didn’t consider this home at all. The last time I’d been here
was two years ago; we celebrated Christmas here instead of
Paris. Ever since I started my own event-planning business,
I focused solely on work. That was, until a sex scandal rocked
my entire world. It had been a few weeks, but after watching
everything I worked so hard for going down the drain, along
with the tears I had left to cry, I decided maybe going on a
bit of a break like my mother suggested wasn’t such a bad
idea.
It was confusing and hurtful to have people who claimed
to be friends suddenly turn on me. For a few days, I was
mostly just angry at my ex-boyfriend for letting the video
leak, but it wasn’t his fault that his devices were hacked into
and the world was skewed and unfair against women in
these situations. It wasn’t like he’d asked for me to leave
town and spend my summer in Marbella. It wasn’t like
anyone asked me to leave the events I had planned in the
capable hands of my mother and assistant while I helped my
uncle run the bookstore that he was completely ruining by
only stocking biographies and political books, and it wasn’t