Too Late To Beg The Foolish Heiress

Summary

To spite the fake heiress, my fiancé and my brother decided to abandon me on a private island on my wedding day.

They had a standing bet, wagering on how long it would take me to realize I was being played.

My brother, Blake, slammed his expensive Rolex onto the poker table.

“I bet a month.”

He chuckled, the sound grating. “See, my sister—Willow—she was kidnapped as a child. A bad fever when she was little, and it left her... well, simple. A bit slow on the uptake.”

“If Preston hadn’t, by sheer luck, found her and brought her home, she’d have died out there years ago.”