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'What is he saying?' 'To put it simply... you have to marry me, Carson.' He looked me dead in the eyes, he definitely wasn't joking... but what did that even mean? 'I- I don't understand.' 'Your dad, whom you adore so much, gave you to me so he could save himself from the people who wanted to kill him.' I ran my hand through my hair, struggling to believe what this complete asshole was uttering. Who would even want to kill him? 'He's-' I gulped. 'He's dead now, so it doesn't matter anymore. Whoever wanted to kill him got him already-' 'Well they wouldn't stop at your father-' 'Please shut the fuck up and let me think for half a second!' Diana Carson (she/they/him), almost 21, daughter of a famous psychologist -though most people thought he was a psychopath- and being forced to marry a man she hardly knows. Killian Darhk (he/him) Powerful, rich and handsome, anyone else would kill to switch places with her. How will they manage living together when they can't stand seeing each other's faces? Will Diana finally see that her dad isn't everything she thought he was? Can Diana learn to love her new life and the idea of having a husband instead of a wife? All rights reserved.
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