The Prince’s Lottery Bride

Jordan's eyes had murder in them. I walked past it to where the two of them were standing.

"Valerie, I wish you both happiness."

I turned for the door. He caught my arm.

His grip was hard enough to make me wince.

"Naomi, you belong to me. Where do you think you're going?"

I looked up at him. "I never signed myself over to you. I go wherever I want."

His gaze turned even colder.

Beside him, Valerie caught it–jealousy flickered briefly in her eyes before she hid it.

"Jordan… Are you afraid to let her go?"

He stopped. His grip stayed.

Her voice trembled at exactly the right pitch. "Jordan… now I understand how you really feel."

She turned and ran.

He swore under his breath.

"Wait until I get back to deal with you."

He was after her before I could answer.

I watched the door close behind him. Then I pulled out my phone and dialed.

"Professor, the project you mentioned before–is it still recruiting?"

The voice on the other end was immediately excited. "If you're willing to join, you can come anytime."

"It's a five-year assignment overseas. Are you sure you can leave him?"

"There's nothing between us anymore," I said it quietly, then hung up.

I stood there for a long time, unmoving.

The butler appeared. "Ms. Wells. The young master asked me to drive you home."

"Alright."

I nodded.

It was time to go back.

I had been living in the Sutton house for years. If I were leaving, I needed to pack properly.

When I stepped inside, I ran into Jordan upstairs. He was coaxing Valerie, trying to calm her down.

The moment he saw me, his expression darkened.

"Didn't you say you had someone else? Why are you still staying here?"

I kept my face calm. "I'm packing. I'll leave tonight."

"You–"

His voice dropped, his eyes turning cold.

Then, as if remembering something, a strange look crossed his face.

"The hospital called this morning. My bone marrow is a ninety-nine percent match for your brother."

My breath caught.

The doctor had already said it–without a transplant, Adam had less than a month.

And the match… was Jordan.

I had spent a week burying that thought every time it surfaced.

"Please… save him. I'll do anything you ask."

Jordan smiled.

"Anything?" His gaze was mocking. "Go upstairs to Valerie. You get on your knees and apologize to her properly."

"Do that… and I'll donate."