Husband Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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Husband (Betrothed #2)

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Penelope Sky

Language:
English
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Two years of bitter loneliness have passed. The woman I love is now the woman I hate. I lose myself in beautiful women every night and tell myself that fortune reading was nothing but a scam.
But then her mother asks me to marry her. I say yes.
Now this woman will be mine forever. Maybe the prophecy really is true. I’m committing to a woman that will never love me in return.
But it was better to be her husband than allow someone else to take my place. It was better to conquer her body every night than be lonely with someone else.
Much better.
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Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky

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Penelope Sky Books



1

Sofia

The week passed with painful slowness.

I worked at the hotel, went home to my mom’s impatient stares, and tried to pretend that my life wasn’t about to change forever.

Hades didn’t come to the hotel and catch me by surprise. He didn’t stop by to leave any paperwork for me either. He just stayed away until I addressed the situation.

I was sitting on the main balcony with a cup of coffee in hand, wondering how different my life would have been if I were born into a normal family. Being rich wasn’t worth all the stress. It wasn’t worth being manipulated like this.

Mother was seated beside me, a cup of tea in her hand. “You’re out of time, Sofia.”

“I’m not doing it.”

She sighed as she looked straight ahead. “We can have the same conversation again, but it’s not going to change anything. This will happen whether you like it or not. If you don’t want Hades, we’ll find someone else. But truth be told, I don’t think you’re going to find anyone better than him.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know he’s been keeping everything together at the hotel since Gustavo died.”

“Uh, no. That’s been me.”

“Honey…there’s a lot of stuff that happens behind the scenes that you don’t know about. Hades does the dirty work and doesn’t complain.”

My eyes drifted down to my coffee.

“You’re going to talk to him.”

The idea of looking at him made me sick to my stomach. The years had only escalated our mutual hatred. I still remembered the night he picked up that model and made out with her right in front of me. It was low…really low. But it wasn’t as painful as the time he bumped into me in the hallway and threatened me if I ever spoke to him again. “No.”

“Well, he’s here.”

“Jesus.” I set my cup down. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”

“I’ll leave you two alone.” She leaned toward me and patted my hand gently.

I didn’t want to face him—and now I didn’t even have time to prepare.

My mother walked away, her shoes echoing on the pavers until she was inside.

I felt the breeze move through my hair as I watched the summer sun sink below the horizon. I was rigid from his presence, aware he was right behind me, staring at the back of my head. Once I faced him, the conversation would begin…and I didn’t want that.

His slow footsteps were audible as he approached the edge of the balcony. He stopped beside me, a couple feet away so he didn’t invade my space.

I could see him in my peripheral vision, see his dark jeans and his black t-shirt. My pulse was so strong in my neck that I thought the artery would burst open. I wasn’t sure if I was scared or nervous…or both.

He was silent, waiting until I was ready for the conversation before he spoke his mind.

I couldn’t run from this. Just like any other problem, I had to face it. I had to grow a backbone and stand my ground. If I let him intimidate me, then it would prove my mother right…that I did need someone to protect me.

I finally got to my feet, lifted my chin, and looked at his side profile. “I had nothing to do with this—”

“I know.” He turned to me, his muscular arms resting by his sides. He was the same strong man that he had been when we were together, still painfully beautiful, still so masculine that he was made of pure testosterone.

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling awkward because we hadn’t spoken even a few sentences since we’d broken up, since the night he’d asked me to marry him. Now we were both reliving that memory, both thinking the same thing. “Why would you even want this? You could have anyone you want. Why me?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered what I said. The sky was a mixture of purple and pink behind him, and despite the unpleasant conversation, it was a lovely evening. He took his time replying, either because the answer was so obvious that he didn’t need to explain, or he was trying to find a reason.

“Are you doing this to punish me?” I whispered, afraid this was all about revenge, that he would hurt me as payback for my rejection.

His eyes narrowed farther, clearly stung. “No. I told you that’s not the kind of man I am.”

“Then why?” He couldn’t still love me. Too much time had passed. He’d been with too many women, had plenty of time to move on and forget about me.

“A lot of reasons.”

“Such as?”

“I’ve been working with Tuscan Rose for a long time, since my early twenties. I have a vested interest in its livelihood. Someone needs to oversee it. Someone needs to keep everyone accountable. Your mother said fifty percent of that hotel is now mine. That’s my biggest reason.”



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