Ninth Circle Read Online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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Now she gets to see her best friend of almost twenty years get married without her because her cheating ass sister was more important. Whatever. Blood is thicker than water, I guess. Besides, that’s not the only reason I sent the message to the group chat; it’s a flex.

I know people like to pretend that they’re holier than thou in these situations. They go on and on about being kind and swallowing shit to make other people happy. Fuck that. I don’t have time for that shit.

I dumped my cheating, broke-ass boyfriend, and I’m about to marry one of the wealthiest men in the world; why wouldn’t I rub that shit in everyone’s face? Talk about a glow-up.

As you can tell by now, my head doesn’t work like other people’s. That’s why I’m not worried about Garrett and anything he could do to me in the future. I know how to take care of myself. If he wants to waltz with Rosemary’s baby, who am I to stop him? I’m pretty sure he’s nuts, but that never scared me before. I come from the south, where one out of every ten family members is batshit. His California silver spoon-raised ass isn’t going to know what hit him if he tries his shit with me.

Speaking of which, I need to write up my own dossier before the wedding because there are some things I won’t put up with no matter how much money he has. It’s only fair he knows who he’s asking to marry him and the hellfire he’d face if he got on my bad side.

I tossed and turned all night and woke up every few minutes to add something new to my list of dos and don’ts. In the morning, I asked the front desk for access to their printer and printed off my list to give to him when we meet later.

It wasn’t anything much, just a few warnings. Like the fact that I would straight up cut him if he started any kind of conversation before I had my first cup of coffee in the morning. The one I think might be a deal breaker is where I threatened to cut his dick off if he cheated. There ain’t enough money in the world to fix that shit, even if they sew it back on.

If or when we have kids, I get just as much say in their upbringing as him, and no one else’s opinion counts, or me and the kid will go bye-bye. Denny’s mother was a nosy bitch who always had to have her way in shit that did not concern her.

I ignored her because I didn’t really care, but now things had changed, and I wasn’t about to put up with anyone’s bullshit again. If any of his friends or family tried looking down their noses at me or treating me less than and he even thought to tell me to put up with it, I would have all rights to put said person in their place, and they were never to be allowed in my home. See, not much in the scheme of things.

The one thing I didn’t expect and hadn’t prepared myself for were the butterflies that went on a riot in my tummy the closer it got to the time for us to leave to meet him. My brothers were all set to drive, but Mr. Showoff sent cars plural to pick us up.

There were flowers in the back of the Rolls for Mom and me; he knows the way to her heart. She never shut up about how thoughtful he was. I wanted to beat him over the head with the thorny roses for trying to make an end run around me by winning her favor.

He was waiting for us at the pier, looking like a GQ model, and schmoozed the men in my family who were all about the yacht; they’d forgotten me. I slapped my dossier against his chest when it was my turn to greet him. “Read that. Don’t come weeping to me later if you choose to go through with this wedding.”

“I’m not scared.”

“Hah!” He says that now. He glossed over the papers and laughed.

“Is this it?” I’ll drop-kick him into the water if he keeps laughing at me.

“Your family is watching, no violence.” He got close to my ear, “Later, you can do whatever you want to make me pay. I won’t stop you.” His kids are going to be a fucking handful; I can see it already.

I growled at him and moved to catch up to the others who were being helped onto his damn cruise ship-sized monstrosity of a boat.

My family ain’t shit; that’s all I’m going to say. I’ve never seen this many cheesy smiles in one place. I’m not sure what Don Jaun Demarco was saying to them, but they were eating it up. Even my sisters-in-law were having a gay old time; of course, there was food, lots of it, so these heifers threw me over for the ten-pound lobsters. It’s ten in the damn morning.


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