Call me Cinderella.
I’m a rags to riches story - girl from trailer park becomes Hollywood starlet. And I’m about to get my happy ever after.
That is, until I walk in to my house, three hours before my wedding, to find my rock star fiance sticking his c**k down my sister's throat.
With cameras behind me, filming.
I’m running from the whole humiliating thing. I’m not prepared to run straight into him- Elias Saint.
He’s completely wrong for me- damaged, dirty, and demanding.
But once he touches me, I can’t walk away.
Some people carry their wounds on the inside. Every f**cking step I take, I’m reminded of mine.I lost my leg in Afghanistan. Since then, I’ve just been lost.
Now I’m going back to West Bend, Colorado, the place my brothers and I ran like hell to get away from.
And she’s hitched a ride- River Andrews.
A f**cking movie star.
This isn’t a fairytale. Happy endings don’t exist. And I’m no f**ing Prince Charming.
But, for her, there’s a chance I might be.