Paper Cuts

In the Wakemont family, it’s tradition to arrange a marriage before the ink is dry on your birth certificate. I was five hours old when my father promised me to the son of a man with “more money than God.” As we grew older, my future groom and I were encouraged to exchange “love letters” to get better acquainted—except the correspondence he sent read more like hate mail. Slade Delacorte hated the arrangement. But more than that, he hated me. He was moody, intense, arrogant, and darkly gorgeous. A villain—not a prince. The last man on earth I’d ever marry (if I had the choice).

Alec Mansfield haunts my memories like a cruel specter. In high school, he was my tormentor and the bane of my existence. When he wasnt defying authority alongside my older brothers, he was sabotaging my dates and sending me anonymous messages signed yours cruelly. Alec was merciless, an...

Ambitious and career-driven, I have zero time for dating until Blind Lovean app designed for those seeking genuine romantic connections without the hassle of awkward first dateshooks me in. The only catch? Ninety days of anonymous messaging are required before identities are revealed. I connect...