He poured a glass of whisky and stared into the amber depths, and thought of the bride his grandmother had chosen for him, a woman willing to take a husband she’d never met for a fortune and a title. How was that any less terrible than what Julia had done?
He set the drink down untouched. His bride didn’t realize what she was getting along with that fortune. The new duchess had indeed made a deal with the devil.
He’d make her earn every penny.