Vow of Hell: An Arranged Marriage Romance (City of Stars Book 2) by Clara Elroy

Author:Clara Elroy [Elroy, Clara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

A party was thrown despite my initial denial of having one for our sham marriage. I’d suffered through enough family moments to last me a lifetime in our engagement. A man’s opinion was trivial on matters such as this, I’d come to find out, though, and my wife’s stubbornness, I was already aware of.

They should call me a seer because, in typical Astor and Fleur fashion, the reception had been a melting pot of undercutting remarks, sprinkled with a healthy dose of sarcasm, and tiered with a thick layer of resentment. One of the wedding planners had the bright idea of sitting our parents on opposite ends of the same table and the only one that had a good time was my father, who thrived on chaos.

The commitment to which my new mother-in-law and mom were going at it, ping-ponging sentences with double meaning the entire night was slightly admirable since they didn’t get tired for a fucking second. The plot twist came when Chloe Fleur sided with mom on many occasions. At least for me, Aria, who was too busy playing a game of critique the outfit with her sister, didn’t blink an eye.

Her grandpa, or pappou as I found out she liked to call him, was the true star of the whole ordeal, coordinating the dance floor better than a paid choreographer, dragging both of us with him like our asses were on fire and we needed to dance in circles to traditional Greek songs to set them off. The budget of the wedding quadrupled when I factored in the cost of how many broken plates we had to pay for.

My feet thanked me for hiring a limo on the drive back home. In all my years of grueling football training, it was pappou Nico’s insistence on not letting me rest for a single minute that killed me. Okay, I might’ve been avoiding rest a bit myself too, because Ari’s giagia swooped in like a bloodthirsty mosquito whenever I sat down, eager to talk to me about all things that had to do with babies.

I’d rather go to rehab for a second time than have those kinds of conversations.

“Which word do you hate the most?” I asked Aria, who lounged next to me, mirroring me and removing her own shoes. I loosened my tie as the car skidded past busy streets, filled with fake Santa’s spreading holiday cheer for a quick buck.

She gave me an inquisitorial look, rubbing her ankle to keep some of the swelling down. “I don’t think I have one, why?”

“Mine is fucking opa.” Even saying it myself brought back nightmares.

Aria laughed as if I told the funniest joke in the world, but her grandfather only screamed the word in my ear while jumping up and down, confusing seventy-one, his actual age, for seventeen.

“That is not a word. It’s an expression.”

“Whatever the fuck it is, I don’t want to hear it again.”

“I quite like its versatility.” She flung herself back on the seat with a heave, turning her body so she was staring at me.

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