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that.
                “Staffan, please listen to me. Please just listen. How can you so easily believe that everything we had was a lie?”
                But his face remained cold. “Because I’ve fucking been there, Saffi. I knew Chloe my whole life and she still goddamn threw me away. And I’ve fucking known you for what? A fraction of my life?”
                His hands fell from her shoulders. Staffan took her hands away from his face and she was forced to let him go, her heart breaking as she did.
                Staffan stepped away from her, saying between clenched teeth, “I’m going to marry you, Saffi. But it’s going to be the marriage from hell---”
                Saffi threw herself at Staffan and kissed him. She locked her arms around his neck and kissed him with all that she was worth, pouring every drop of love she could squeeze out of her battered heart, and using every technique she had learned from every sensuous night she had spent in his arms.
                “You can try,” she whispered against his lips as she tightened her hold around his neck. “But I will also do my best to make our marriage a match made in heaven. Because I love you, Staffan, and I’m going to make you believe me. I’m going to do everything I can, seduce you, adore you, love you---everything.” Tears started to fall, but she spoke in spite of them, whispering, “I’m a fangirl, Staffan, and we fangirls don’t give up that easily.”
                She let go before he could push her away, stepping back before he could do something - say something to force her to take her words back.
                In front her, Staffan’s face had whitened, his lips tight with rage, his eyes dark with emotions too intense and chaotic for her to comprehend.
                “Then try, Saffi. Go fucking try – but don’t you forget that even the most devoted fangirls are still replaceable.” He smiled without mirth. “And I’m not the fucking type to run out of them, don’t you think?”
     
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
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                Staffan’s jaw was aching at the effort it took to smile as he listened to Saffi announce that she was about to read her 100% personalized vows. His original plan for the wedding was to act like a first-class prick, but in the face of Pearl Beaufort-March’s gentle countenance, he was fucking unmanned.
                She looked frail and beautiful in her white suit, seated in her wheel chair with the senator standing behind her. When Pearl beckoned him to lower himself, Staffan had found himself doing so. “Thank you for loving my daughter, Staffan Aehrenthal.” The sweetly whispered words had him swallowing back his bitterness, the irony not lost on him. Because he did still love Sapphire March, whether he wanted to or not.
                Constantijin let out a loud cough. Staffan’s head turned sharply to him and saw both of his friends looking stoic as they stared with clenched jaws at his soon-to-be bride, as if they were doing their best to hold their emotions back.
                He hadn’t really looked at Saffi the moment she entered her mother’s hospital suite, but now it appeared as if he had no choice. His friends were acting damn strange, and Staffan didn’t want to be caught off guard about anything. He forced himself to turn to Saffi.
                The sight of her nearly knocked Staffan off his feet.
                She made a breathtakingly beautiful bride, her dark hair curled and pinned up, her face framed by a band of tiny pink roses. She wore no veil, and somehow it just made the fact she was a bride – his bride – all the more tangible, with her face bare of makeup except for a dab of pink gloss on her rosebud