You're Going to Kill Me

Cruden took a swing of his whiskey. The smoky liquid burned him the entire way down, but there was a hint of sweetness that reminded him of Roselia. He had spent the past hours contemplating whether or not he should barge in. In all honesty, what had he done wrong?

Roselia should've known what she was getting herself into when she agreed to marry him. He was the president of an enormous conglomerate with tens of thousands of employees relying on him. He was in charge of a growing pack of people who counted on him for survival and leadership. He was ruthless. Merciless. Heartless. 

'And you wonder why Tiberias men will be single for life,' Tobias snorted. 'No wonder the three of you have yet to find your mate. Do you even deserve one?'