My Inner Scream Is His Love Language

Synopsis

I was William Grant's most obedient doormat of a fiancée. The Crown Prince of Capitol City's elite. His little puppet who'd never said no. He said jump. I asked how high. He told me to apologize for his first love, Rose Sutton. I did it without a second thought. Everyone laughed at me behind my back. William thought I was so far gone for him that I couldn't live without him. Then came the engagement banquet. Rose's heart gave out. She needed Rh-negative blood. William grabbed my throat, his eyes bloodshot. "Nina, give Rose your heart. You owe her this." I nodded. Tears streaming down my face. "Okay." But inside? Inside I was screaming, "This dumbass. The second I fake my death and ghost this shitty plot, I'm coming back for his ashes." In the corner, the man who made the whole goddamn city sweat, Victor Lane, the shadow everyone was terrified of, slowly crushed his wine glass and turned his head. He was looking right at me. Like he'd just found something interesting.