Reborn Heiress: Escaping My Contract Marriage with the Cold CEO

VANESSA BELMONT

"Murder seems like an extreme solution," I said. I placed my palm against his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"

"She’s killed you several times," said Nathan. "Why not kill her back?"

"Would that start her on this crazy reborn journey?"

"Who cares! You’ll be alive. We’ll be together. Fiona will be gone. Permanently."

"I don’t want to spend this life in prison for killing Fiona. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you. Aren’t we logical, reasonable adults? Can’t we figure out non-lethal solutions to the Fiona Grand problem?"

"We’re rich," said Nathan. "We can hire hitmen."

"Do you know any hitmen? No, you do not. Also, have you ever watched Investigation Discovery? We might as well cuff ourselves and go to the police station."

Nathan gripped my shoulders. "She stabbed you, kidnapped you, and then crashed the car into the Sweetheart Oak. And I pulled her out of the wreckage because I didn’t know you were there. Not until later when the police and fire trucks arrived. You ... you were already dead." He gave me another bone-crushing hug. "Then I had to watch you get shot to death, run over by Fiona’s car, and then shoved off the balcony of my family’s hotel."

"Yeah. It’s a lot," I said.

I sat back, studying him. Dark-eyed, jaw set, fingers still tangled with mine like he was afraid I’d vanish.