Chapter 1
When Lawrence Castro broke off our engagement, everyone said my life is over.
I’d wasted five years on him, ruining my reputation just to please him.
“No man will want her now,” they whispered behind my back.
Then rumors spread that Lawrence hall found someone new. Everyone waited for me to crawl back to him, begging for another chance.
They had no idea I’d struck a deal–taking my little sister’s place in an arranged marriage in Los Angeles.
Before leaving New York, I returned his precious Jewelry Box and those blank wish cards he’d handmade for me years ago.
Clean break. No souvenirs.
Months later, Lawrence brought me up. “No news at all? Did Kristin Bennett die or something?”
Meanwhile, my new husband kissed me awake with hungry kisses after our passionate encounter.
“Be good, Kristin,” he whispered. “You promised me four times rounds. We’re not done yet…”
The day Lawrence suddenly said he wanted to get married, I hadn’t seen him in three months.
The last time we met, I overheard him telling his friends he was bored with me.
The whole room burst into laughter. Everyone mocked how I’d wasted five years trying to please him and trashing my own reputation, only to be tossed aside like trash.
Life at the Bennett had been hell these past three months. Just days ago, my dad Dave Bennett got drunk and hit me hard. My
back still ached from the bruises.
So when Lawrence called and asked me to come over today, a flicker of hope rose in my chest.
I even put on the earrings from our engagement and rushed over.
At his mansion, Lawrence was tipsy, half–reclined on a young girl’s lap. She looked like a college student with all innocent eyes.
When she saw me enter, she panicked and tried to get up.
But Lawrence tightened his grip on her wrist.
“Stay here,” he ordered without even opening his eyes.
He pulled her close and kissed her. Then he held her chin, kissing her harder to make sure I heard every sound.
I stood frozen at the entrance, clutching my purse.
— CI Was Alraady the Queen of Your Enemey
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Chapter 1
Finally collecting myself, I forced a casual tone. “I’ll go for a walk in the garden. Be back in a bit.”
Before I could take a step, Lawrence let out a cold laugh.
The girl immediately stood up. “I should go. Let sissy with you instead.”
This time, Lawrence didn’t stop her. He played with her fingers for a moment before letting go.
“It’s cold outside. Stay warm.”
She smiled shyly, her long brown hair hiding her blushing face.
As she passed me, she politely called me “Miss” and said hello. I nodded back with a forced smile.
She was young–reminded me of my little sister with those innocent eyes.
“Kristin, come here,” Lawrence patted the spot beside him on the couch.
The massive crystal chandelier cast light across his sharp features.
For a moment, he looked unreal, and something inside me ached.
His bedroom eyes were flushed from alcohol. His open collar revealed a constellation of hickeys across his neck and collarbone.
“That was Viola Pinto,” he said casually.
I nodded. “Yes, I figured.”
“What do you think of her?”
I took a breath, then said honestly. “She’s innocent. Pure. Obedient.”
Lawrence nodded. “Reminds you of yourself five years ago, doesn’t she?”
I froze as his words sank in.
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