The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

best for you better than you do, Ares. And truthfully? I can’t think of a better husband for my best
friend than you. You’d never mistreat her, and if given enough time, you’d make her happy, won’t
you?”
I grit my teeth in an effort to rein in my temper. Is she fucking crazy? I watch as she pulls Grandma
along with her, the two of them disappearing through the door.
I grab my whiskey glass and empty it before slamming it down on the table. “Fuck!” I yell. I turn
to face my brothers, fury coursing through my veins. “Thanks for standing up for me, fuckers.”
Dion smiles at me. “Maybe Sierra is right, you know? Maybe Grams does know what’s best for
you.”
I shake my head and grit my teeth. “Fuck you,” I tell him. “All of you.”