His Uncle My Contract Husband
Abigail Hayes
My father's face darkened as he stared at us. "Rosalind, what the hell is this?"
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged...
"We registered our marriage this morning," Beckett replied before I could speak, his tone polite yet distant. "Pretty sudden, I'll admit."
My mother grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. "What have you done, child? You've always been crazy about Calloway! He finally agrees, and you throw it all away for some nobody?"
I glimpsed Beckett—his mouth twitched upward, but his expression remained unchanged...