Before Jett Westgate could speak, Kian Miller cut in. "Hey, hey, hey, can you please not drag me into your mess?
A marriage alliance with Chloe Fairchild? I've almost forgotten what she even looks like. She's been in the hospital for so many years and has never woken up. Besides, if we spread a fake rumor about me marrying her, her brother Wyatt Fairchild would be the first to want to dice me up. Forget whether Annelise Valentine comes back or not—I'm the one who'd have to find a damn place to hide."
"Miller, I just meant it as a stopgap measure…" Stella Sterling's voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a cautious attempt to curry favor. "It's not like you'd really have to marry her. We just release the news, put on a show, go through the motions. Once this is all over, we can just say it wasn't a good fit and call it off."
Jett Westgate glanced at Stella Sterling. It wasn't a heavy look, but it was enough to make Stella swallow the rest of her words.
