Marrying My Ex's Arch-Rival

Summary

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The subwoofers at my twenty-first birthday party rattled the entire VIP booth. My long-term boyfriend, Lucas Vance, was on one knee, a diamond ring in his hand.

"Marry me, Amy."

The booth exploded with cheers, and tears welled in my eyes. The boy who had slipped a wire champagne cork cage onto my ring finger in a Hamptons treehouse when I was ten was finally making good on his promise. I was just about to nod yes.

In the next second, Lucas suddenly turned, a vicious smirk twisting his lip