Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

Somebody To You by The Vamps ft. Demi Lovato

Sway by Bic Runga

Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn ft. Sia

If I Knew by Bruno Mars

In The End by Linkin Park

I Need A Doctor by Dr. Dre ft. Eminem

Too Good At Goodbyes by Sam Smith

You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette

Nobody Knows by The Tony Rich Project

Can’t Smile Without You by Barry Manilow

Prologue

My fingers trace the rim of the glass, slowly gliding against the smooth edge and eyeing the amber liquid with a desperate thirst.

The noise outside the room travels through the house—loud, blaring rock music and incessant laughter from people I don’t care to be around. The same people, crowd, pathetic excuses for human beings latching onto me for my fame and money.

In the end, that’s all I’m worth.

The flat screen is perched on the wall, teasing me with an image of her face. A memory which lingers and became my living nightmare. My mistakes, my regret, and every wrong decision I have ever made lead me to this moment.

Alone. Just me, myself, and the demon who torments me.

It’s not just her face taunting me with its incessant beauty which used to be mine, it’s his face—the man who stole my life.

And now I’m here with my only companion—a bottle of aged whiskey—watching the happiest couple in Hollywood.

Mr. and Mrs. Carrington.

My mind is cruel, torturing me to watch what could have—should have—always been mine.

But it’s too late.

She’s gone.

No longer mine.

My eyes divert toward the glass table beside me, where a large pile of papers sit with a note on top. Contracts. Everything that still ties us together.

Wesley, let’s just end this, sign your share over, and I’ll pay you whatever you want. We both need to move on.

The desperation in her voice sparks a twisted game in my mind. Emerson needs me. Together, we are the unstoppable couple rising to the top of our industry. As long as my name is written on the contract, we are legally bound.

My hands wrap around the glass, raising it to my lips, and consuming the whiskey in one go. It no longer burns or clouds my vision.

No. It tastes like sweet, beautiful—revenge.

Chapter One

Milana