“How dare you!” Father slams his fist on the table. “Our name is being dragged through all the yellow newspapers! Do you think Ibragimov will marry you after this? The condition was that the bride must be innocent—and you were filmed from every angle with some tattooed… ”
“Dad twists his lips, as if he can’t find a nasty enough word for Erik. “Shame!”
“Forgive me…” I let out a muffled remorse.
“I don’t remember anything…” “I’m drowning in debt, Regina! Ibragimov was my only chance,” my father continues sternly. “We’ll issue a rebuttal to the press today—get ready, we’re going to a doctor.”
“What?!” I’m shocked. “Why?”
“To correct the mistakes you made! The wedding will happen anyway! ONE-BOOK NOVEL.”