Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Only to have them shove her out of their lives ten years later.
Pregnant and hiding from an abusive ex-boyfriend, Indie is alone except for her best friend Maggie to help her.
Until her ex-boyfriend finds her, putting her and her baby in danger.
They thought that she’d betrayed them. However, when they learn the truth . . . well, no one will keep them from her anymore.
And they will do whatever they need to in order to make it up to her.
But trouble is brewing.
And it might just take all four men to keep Indie safe from the storm.
Can four dominant, overprotective men show one Little that they can be everything she needs?
Please This is a reverse harem book where our heroine doesn't have to choose!
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PROLOGUE
Fifteen years old (nearly)
Indie stared up at the huge house in awe.
Wow.
Did her mum’s new man work here? Her mum constantly fell in and out of love. Sometimes, they’d move in with her latest boyfriend. Other times, the relationship would end before it got that far.
This time, things seemed almost different. Her mum was . . . happy?
Which was odd because Indie didn’t think that she’d ever seen her mum happy.
She’d known something was different about this guy when a dark car had pulled up in front of their dingy apartment building with an actual driver.
The car was so clean. It smelled amazing and the seats were really comfortable.
Where were they? They must have left London by now, it had been a long drive.
Hertfordshire? Oxford?
Shit. Maybe she actually should have asked her mum some questions this time.
“Mum? What are we doing here?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” her mum asked, a strangely serene look on her face.
Indie blinked at her. “I mean, does your new man work here or . . .”
“Work here?” her mum said with a scoff. “God, no, he doesn’t work here.”
Their driver parked and got out quietly.
“If he doesn’t work here, then what are we doing at this house?” Indie asked.
Could you call it a house? It was a freaking mansion.
Surely her boyfriend didn’t . . . didn’t own this house?
No, that was crazy.
Her mum laughed, making her wince. She had two sorts of laugh. One that was gleeful and one that was mean.
This was the gleeful one.
“We’ve hit the jackpot, darling. Work here? He owns this place. We’re rich.”
It was said with so much joy that Indie felt slightly ill.
If you were in love, it shouldn’t matter how much money the other person had, right?
Her mum’s feelings for someone seemed to be dependent on how much he had in his bank account.
Maybe that was why Indie had become a romantic.
Lord knew she didn’t want to be like her mother.
Her mother slid out of the car with a regal nod at the driver who had opened her door for her.
Bloody hell.
Indie wasn’t sure about this. Their current apartment was tiny and in a bad area of London. They were behind on the rent, the electricity was close to being cut off, and she hadn’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday because there was no food in the cupboards.
She’d been contemplating trying to sell some of her mum’s shoes and handbags. Mum would have been furious when she discovered them gone, but they needed to eat more than her mum needed to dress in designer wear.
Now she understood how she’d managed to buy all that stuff.
Indie got out of the car with a nervous smile at the driver. She felt so out of place. What was this guy going to be like?
“Miss? Are you all right?”
Indie startled and glanced around, suddenly realizing that her mum had disappeared.
Big shocker.
“Um, oh yes,” she managed to say.
Urgh, he was going to think she was an idiot.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” she said.
“It’s Andrew, miss,” he said in a kind voice.
“Please, call me Indie,” she said in a slightly desperate voice. It would be nice to have one friend here.
“All right, Miss Indie. Your stuff will arrive soon and I’ll have it sent up to your room. If you want to go inside, that is,” he added as she just stood there, staring at him.
Her stuff?
What did he mean, her stuff?
“Miss Indie? Are you all right?” he asked. “Were you expecting your things to be here already? I apologize for the inconvenience, this was the quickest we could arrange things.”
Great. Now he thought she was a spoiled brat.
“No, no, it’s not that. I just didn’t realize . . .”
Shoot. She couldn’t tell him that she’d had no idea she was moving here because her mother hadn’t bothered to tell her.
What did she know about living in a place like this? What was her mother’s new man going to think of her?
Her clothes all came from charity shops. Sure, she put her own Indie-spin on them but there was no mistaking them for what they were.
Hand-me-downs.
Worn items that had been washed countless times.
The soles of her shoes had holes in them, for God’s sake.
“Where . . . where did my mother go?” she finally managed to ask.
No use having a panic attack over any of this. It wasn’t like she could do anything to change her appearance.
Bloody hell.
Something flashed through Andrew’s face.
Pity? Anger? It was too quick for her to really tell.
“She’s gone inside, Miss Indie,” he explained gently.
Right. Of course she had.
“Sure, silly me. I saw her walk off,” she lied. “I guess I should . . . head inside.”
She walked up to the front door. This house had to be over a hundred years old. There was a wide circular driveway in front of it. The middle of the driveway held a fountain with a chubby cherub playing a harp. Water spurted out of its mouth.