*Alexander’s POV*

The morning sun sliced through the guest room curtains, too bright for my mood. I stood by the window, arms crossed, watching Megan on the bed. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, her face pale, eyes still puffy from last night’s tears.

She’d agreed to marry me, whispered it like it burned her to say it, but I wasn’t fool enough to think she meant it. Not yet.

Richard’s call had shaken her, and I’d used that fear to get what I wanted. Her. Mine. Under my ...