Seventeen
Evelyn
I spent the car ride to Marcus’ brothers’ place staring wide-eyed at him from the passenger seat. Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t mind, because not once did he return my gaze.
I’d had boyfriends before, but not a single relationship had lasted past the three-week mark, and certainly no one had ever declared that they were going to marry me before. And then, out of nowhere, the man I had stolen from claimed I would be his wife no matter what it took.
The baby was bad enough—but I had been able to make sense of that, somewhat. He wanted an heir and I had a womb—I could understand the business-like approach to it, even if I didn’t particularly appreciate it.
But this…?
This wasn’t about business, or repayment for what I did to him. This was… Despite myself, I felt
