Wish I Never Met You
By Serena Heart
SYNOPSIS
Hazel’s Pov
I would do anything for my daughter to have a bright future, even if it’s marrying an old client who is oddly ambiguous about why he wants to marry me.
And yeah, despite my reluctance to marry him over the fact that he might be a psychopath, he convinces me with the plans we hatch up: Marriage only for six months, doesn’t have to be real, simply be his arm-candy, promises to give Gabrielle the future I wouldn’t be able to give her in a million years and that’s just it.
Should be easy, right?
What I don’t expect however is his son—his freaking son. One whom I met in the most embarrassing way possible, who doesn’t like me a bit, which might be TMI, but the feeling is very much reciprocal.
He hates me and I hate him, so tell me, how does that lead to an attraction I had never been hit with for the whole twenty-six years of my life? And nope, for the first time in my life, I’m unfortunately going to say I can handle the attraction between us.
Kyle’s Pov
Dad is marrying again for probably the millionth time after getting his heart broken and his wealth ripped almost in half again and again. While he’s not a guy to wear his heart on his sleeve, I can see through him. That he’s hurt deeply after realizing that the person you loved so much was only there to exploit you, yet he falls in love faster than a swan. But I’m here to protect him, unlike other times, why I can bet my life that Hazel is just another gold-digger who wants to drill him dry even though he swears she’s “the one”.
My plan here is simple— scatter the marriage, if that’s what it takes to protect Dad.
And yet, like a fool, I find myself getting drawn to her, but nope, if anyone was to betray Dad, that would never be me.
Table Of Content
Excerpt
I was nine all over again. Blue eyes turned dark so fast. They were stormy, like a big tornado was about to hit my life.
“What do you mean?” He said, his face etched with confusion.
I took a deep breath, held it, and then exhaled slowly, feeling my heart pound against my ribs—another breath. Then, finally, I spat it out. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence. Two minutes of freaking silence, and they reminded me of back then, when I’d lost all hope. The leaves outside stopped dancing, frozen mid-air like they had that day. The sun, once warm on my skin, was now hidden behind a thick cloud, like it was hiding from me, unable to offer comfort.
It felt like I was still in a dream. A horrible dream.
“I… I’m speechless,” Mason finally muttered as he stood up from the bed, rubbing his hands over his face.
“I understand. It’s a terrifying situation.”
“How did this happen?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. Like we hadn’t been sleeping together for the past two years, it was a dumb question, one I might’ve tried to rationalize as stemming out of shock, but my pregnant state left my emotions frayed. I could feel the anger rising, and I wasn’t sure I could control it.
“What sort of question is that?” I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady.
“A good one. Why did you allow yourself to get pregnant?”
Okay, okay. So, it wasn’t a heat-of-the-moment question. He was just a piece of shit.
“It takes two to tango, you know,” I shot back.
