A Throne Worth Dying For — Nina the Maid of Honor

I looked down at the ring on my hand and remembered what the kidnapper had said. The day you tried on your wedding dress, she was fucking Adrian on your bed. And that black ring, the symbol of the Don's power, long ago, he had already put it on Nina's finger. Long ago! go. The heart I'd thought had gone nuts still ached, a fine, kneading pain. After a moment,

I gave a slight nod. All right. Adrian's face finally eased. I turned to go, and he called me back. Have Nina be your maid of honor tomorrow. I stopped short. Adrian's tone was like he was informing me of the most ordinary thing in the world. The bridesmaids you'd and don't belong at a veil wedding they couldn't handle an occasion like this

Nina comes from the Ashford family she knows the rules and she can hold things together for you my throat tightened but I still couldn't stop myself from asking if you think my friends aren't worthy of attending our wedding then why are you marrying me at

all adrian frowned faintly claire the wedding isn't just about you it represents the face of the veil family he looked at me his tone so cold it bordered on cruel you need to learn to be grateful