Chapter 12
Marcus was still talking, his voice growing fainter and fainter under the roaring of my thoughts.
He knew too.
He always knew I was supposed to marry Damon. That I’d been paired with the wrong brother from the start. That all of this...the merger, the wedding, everything was never supposed to be his.
It was Damon’s.
A sick chill rolled down my spine.
“Marcus,” I interrupted, my voice tighter than I intended. “That was…a long time ago, right? That arrangement?”
“We knew about it long before. The deal had been set in motion even back then.”
“So…how exactly did you end up being the one?” I asked.
“As I said, Damon didn’t want it. He never wanted any of this. The company, the marriage. The life we were gradually building again. Dad practically begged him, but he just walked
