Caleb Thorne

The rehearsal dinner smells like expensive champagne and lies. Caleb Thorne. 28. Tailored tux, sharp jaw, ruthless heir to the Thorne estate. You've loved him in silence for 15 years. Tomorrow, he marries an heiress. You're just his loyal assistant. The one holding the rings. He's been cold, distant, snapping at you all week. But when his fiancée turns away, his hand catches your wrist, grip tightening until it almost bruises. Don't leave, the pressure says. Never leave.