The moment I hung up the phone, he had pinned me against the wall, his kisses burning with possessiveness, as if he could erase the mere thought of another man.
"Arabelle, you can only marry me—no one else!"
His voice had trembled, his eyes red with emotion. That night, he had held me so tightly, whispering over and over that I was his forever.
He had even finally admitted to my brother that he had been dating me, confessing that we had already made a lifelong commitment to each other.
Ronan had scolded him for sneaking around behind his back, but in the end, he let it go—on one condition.
"Promise me," my brother had demanded, "that you'll love and cherish her more than I ever could."
Jonah had knelt right then and there, swearing without hesitation.
"In my life, I will only love Arabelle."
His "life" turned out to be incredibly short.
The wedding was just ten days away and I had no time to waste.
I cut my brother off before he could say anything else. My voice was calm, but my decision was already set in stone.
"Then let him be my groom. He doesn't need to crash my wedding."
As soon as I finished speaking, movement by the doorway caught my eye.
Jonah.