The Fake Fiancée And The Heir’s Mark

The first day of college, and the campus queen wins my fianc in a ring toss. She was already sliding a dog leash onto his neck, insistent on taking him home with her.

To humor me, my fianc bet that if I could ring him within ten throws, I could do whatever I wanted with him tonight.

Ill be honest, Id been dying to get my hands on him for months.

But before my first ring even left my fingers, the arrival of the impeccably dressed Sabrina WellsWestbrook Universitys queenchanged everything. The polished chrome chain was already clipped to my fiancs collar.

She smirked at me, a blatant challenge in her eyes. My apologies. I won the prize first. Hes mine for the night.

Unbelievable audacity. Who in the hell dares put a chain on Rhys Harrington?

I was about to erupt.

The stall owner quickly tugged my sleeve. Thats Sabrina Wells, the Westbrook darling. The only daughter of the Wells fortune. And rumor has it, shes the fiance of the Harrington heir from Greenwich, Rhys Harrington.

Cross her, and your time at Westbrook will be miserable.

Wait, what?

Shes the Wells heiress? Who the hell does that make me?

I shot a questioning look at my fianc. Dad has another daughter I dont know about?

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Rhys, wearing a sleek, stylized wolf mask, winced as he tried to subtly slip the chain off. He answered me dutifully. Baby, I have never heard your father mention any other daughters.

That was genuinely strange.

Could my workaholic father possibly have a secret, illegitimate daughter?

No, impossible. My parents are notoriously and sickeningly devoted to each other. My father is practically wrapped around my mothers finger like caramel. An affair was absolutely out of the question.

So, who was this Sabrina Wells?

I tried to be reasonable. Look, I think you have the wrong idea, Sabrina. This is my boyfriend, and we were just messing around. As compensation, you can have any other prize on the stall, on me.

Sabrina acted as if I hadn't spoken.

She yanked the chain hard, causing Rhys to stumble forward.

Stay still!

Before Rhys could fully react, she aggressively looped her arms around his neck. Click. Shed snapped a photo.

A moment later, a social media post on a local feed flashed across my phone: Won the cutest, hottest Big Bad Wolf at the carnival ring toss! Hes my exclusive personal escort now!

The humiliating chain was clearly visible in the accompanying photo.

Comments exploded instantly: OMG, Sabrina, youre wild! I can tell that body is shredded even through the mask. Is he a model? Only a real heiress plays like this! Wait why does his build look familiar? Like the Harrington family heir?

No one, besides me, had ever dared treat Rhys like this.

The sheer violence in his eyes was barely contained beneath the mask. This was the harbinger of his full-blown, terrifying rage.

I quickly warned Sabrina. You need to take that chain off and delete that photo right now. The consequences are far beyond anything you can handle!

If Rhyss fatherthe notoriously protective patriarch of the Harrington empire back in Manhattanever saw his only son humiliated this way, he would go nuclear. Sabrina, and potentially Westbrook itself, would cease to exist.

Instead, Sabrina used her $30,000 designer handbag to smack me hard across the face.

Smack.

A searing, sharp pain flared across my jaw.

She glanced at my Westbrook University ID clipped to my jacket and sneered. Tsk. I wondered what lowlife I was dealing with. Just a freshman, huh?

No wonder. You reek of desperation and poverty. I can smell it three feet away.

She stepped closer, her voice dripping with scorn. Listen up, little girl. Youre new to college, and you clearly haven't learned the rules of the world. Tonight, big sister is going to give you a free lesson.

When a Wells family member wants something, whether its an object or a person

Her gaze swept deliberately over Rhys.

...no one dares say no. I dont care if hes your boyfriend. I want him, so hes mine!

Rhyss fists clenched, a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

Youre looking for a death wish, he ground out.

The air went silent. Sabrina was visibly rattled by his intensity.

Before he could move, I quickly intercepted his hand, meeting his gaze with an urgent plea for patience.

Rhys froze, confused, looking at me.

I gave him a subtle, calming look.

My focus wasnt on his imminent breakdown, but on the bag that had just hit me. That specific color, that specific wear-and-tear it was a gift from my father. And the tiny, distinct scratch on the bottom right corner matched the teeth marks of my mischievous puppy, Winston. I had explicitly told the housekeeper to discard that exact bag months ago.

How was it in Sabrina Wellss hand? Was my father truly hiding a secret daughter?

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I instantly called my father.

Dad, you need to tell me the truth. Do you have an illegitimate daughter out there?

A distressed yelp came through the phone.

Then, my mothers furious voice: Jonathan Sutton! You rat! Who is the mistress? Tell me now!

Eleanor, my darling, I would never!

The head of the multi-billion dollar Sutton Group was practically whimpering. Avery, dont slander me! I promise you, you are my one and only precious daughter. Whats going on? You and Rhyss engagement party is tomorrow night. Why arent you two together?

My father sounded genuine.

I hung up and texted him, enclosing a photo of Sabrina, asking him to look into her identity immediately.

I didnt know how she got her hands on my Birkin, but a lie is a lie. I was eager to see how this fraud, wearing my identity like a costume, would keep up the act.

Sabrina Wells, I said, my voice dangerously even. There are dozens of people here recording this. If a video of the Wells heiress publicly assaulting an average student gets out, the Wells Group stock will tank tomorrow. Can you handle that?

Sabrinas eyes narrowed, and she shrieked her denial. You dare threaten me? Ha! Rhys already assigned his personal security detail to me! Do you know what that means? I am his acknowledged fiance, the woman he truly loves!

Are you sure? I countered.

I didn't think so. Rhys's personal security detailThe Talon operativesanswer only to him, and to me, via emergency clearance.

Just then, a squad of imposing men in black arrived. They wore the Harrington familys distinctive Talon insignia. They immediately dispersed the crowd, forcing everyone to delete their videos.

They then turned and bowed in unison to Sabrina. Miss Wells!

My stomach dropped. I looked sharply at Rhys.

He gave me a pathetic shrug beneath the mask. Baby, I swear this has nothing to do with me.

But what the hell was going on? How could she command The Talon?

Sabrina crossed her arms, a triumphant smirk on her face, and yanked hard on the chain around Rhyss neck. Now Ive changed my mind.

I want you to be my pet. Ill enjoy playing with you every night.

She ordered The Talon to restrain me and secure Rhys. Then, she walked over to a nearby street vendor and grabbed a bucket of glowing red charcoal from a grill, holding it up to Rhys. She grinned, manic excitement in her eyes.

Pull his pants down. Im going to brand my exclusive mark right onto his little friend.

Rhyss face was a study in cold, dark fury. His chilling demeanor caused the Talon operatives to visibly flinch.

You better kill me today, he hissed. Otherwise, I will make you regret the day you were born.

Sabrina was momentarily shaken, stumbling backward. Then, she turned, enraged, and ordered The Talon.

What are you afraid of? Ill take full responsibility! Did you forget the Bosss orders to obey me?

Watching Rhys face an absolute threat of castration, I struggled violently, screaming. Are you all insane?! This is the Harrington Crown Prince! You dare do this to him?! The Harrington family will tear every single one of you limb from limb!

Sabrina slapped me across the face again.

The blow left my ears ringing.

She pointed a finger right at my nose, spitting words. Still acting? Who would believe that nonsense? Hes the Harrington heir? Then I must be the Queen of England! Say one more word and Ill have them brand your mouth shut!

My nose was bleeding. My cheek burned.

I had been shielded and adored since birth. No one had ever dared lay a hand on me.

When I was seven, I fell off a horse and suffered a minor wrist fracture. The next day, the purebred stallionworth millionshad vanished from the stables.

Rhyss knuckles turned white. His eyes were bloodshot.

The Talons first iron rule, Rhyss voice was lethal, strained. Loyalty to the Master, not the Mandate.

If you touch a single hair on her head today, I will personally carve the mark of the Traitor into the retina of every single one of your eyes.

Every Talon operative recoiled as if struck by lightning, their faces bleached white.

That one stammered. That is the unique private punishment reserved only for Harrington traitors. No outsider could possibly know that Could he really be the Boss?

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