Three Loving Words
by DC Renee
I hate you. I heard those words so many times from his mouth that they lost their meaning. His “three loving words” is how I mockingly referred to them. It didn’t bother me, though, because I hated him, too.
When I decided to earn my parents’ love in a dramatic fashion, I never imagined marrying him would end up part of the bargain. The kicker? Enzo Faust didn’t want to marry me, either.