Hitting the Jackpot Without You Two novel

---- Chapter 8 I smoothed out the wrinkles in my gown caused by their interruption and said slowly, "You had too many women you wanted to marry.

Joseph only chose me." Ever since Dad returned to Nautilis, the Blackwell family had extended an olive branch to him.

At the time, I was still tangled up with the Langston brothers, so I rejected that offer without a second thought.

But the news that the Blackwell family's heir wanted to marry me seemed to set off something.

Suddenly, every family in Nautilis was scrambling to marry their eligible daughters into the Blackwell family.

Many of those young women were better than me in every way.

Strangely enough, the Blackwell family turned down every single one of them.

Then, when I finally said yes, they accepted without hesitation.

I didn't bother to ask why.

---- From beginning to end, Joseph only ever chose me, unlike the Langston brothers, who wanted to build a home for every pretty woman they met.

Shawn sneered, stepping right up to me.

"And yet you say you're not envious of Queenie.

Couldn't you be just a little more generous? You were Grandpa's chosen granddaughter-in-law.

Do you think Queenie could really replace you?" I turned my head away, not bothering to answer.

Nigel's expression turned solemn, but he couldn't stop lecturing.

"yvonne, you're making a huge mistake! Do you really think Joseph only wants you? How sure are you that there won't be another 'Queenie' in your life someday?" Before he could finish, someone kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him crashing to the floor.

Then, a pair of powerful arms wrapped around me, carrying the faint scent of herbs that instantly made me feel safe.

I looked up and saw a vaguely familiar face.

---- The man's features were somehow even more striking than his photo.

"Who said that I needed anyone else other than Yvonne?" he said.

My heartbeat went wild.

I wasn't some giddy teenager anymore, but something about his voice made my pulse race.

I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes.

He gently took my hand and even gave it a playful squeeze.

The part of me that had been shaken by seeing the Langston brothers suddenly found its footing again.

I laced my fingers with his and said firmly, "Not everyone is as filthy and twisted as you two.

I have my own home now.

I don't need to go crawling back to yours, begging for scraps of affection.

This man beside me is my true love!" used to think love had to be wild and passionate to be real.

Now, I finally understood that steady love was what