Loving Cinderella by Beatrice Brae

Ella:
“You look like trouble, Your Grace.”
“I am. The most delicious kind of trouble.”
I find the man of my dreams while running away from my arranged marriage.
He’s everything I ever wanted so I make him an offer he can’t refuse.
My wedding night, no feelings, no lies .
He’s the perfect man until love and My Evil Stepmother get in the way!

Christian:
I ache for her
With every breath
In every dream
In every touch
In every kiss
I love her
With all my soul
In every silence
In every storm
In every way