The Unwanted Marriage: Dion and Faye's Story (The Windsors)

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Dion?” my grandmother says, cutting through the haze. My eyes snap up, and I realize the room has fallen silent. “Need I remind you of our agreement? It’s time to stop avoiding Faye.” I read this book when it came out. And loved it. Had to listen to it on audio, especially when I saw it was a duet narration. She is thankful that she got to be born and live in Holand, where she has enjoyed very many opportunities that would not have been available to her in Suriname. Grandma’s eyes roam over the room, and while she studies my four brothers and my little sister, I study her. I take in her perfectly styled shoulder-length hair, the blue suit she’s wearing, and the sheer uncompromising ruthlessness in her demeanor. There’s no kindness in her gaze today. I nod, suddenly sure of what I want. For years, my father carefully guarded me, keeping me from so much as befriending guys, scared I’d do something that would give Dion an excuse to break our engagement. This is my last chance to do things on my own terms. I’ll be forced into marriage with a man who more often than not forgets I even exist, but this will be my choice. My virginity will be mine to give.

This book was missing a lot. I liked it the least of the 3 in this series. The connection between the mfc and the mmc was weak and unhealthy. By 3/4 way through they were screwing like bunnies but had yet to have a conversation. THAT IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION. Even with all the sexual content - and the obligatory Windsor arranged marriage - this book felt like a slow burn because we wait a looooong time for Faye to become a person and find some dignity. The love story actually begins at chapter 48. Catharina Maura’s novel “Dr. Grant” is a compelling romance about Dr. Noah Grant. He is a man that has had a very difficult life following the murder of his parents while he was still a child. I force a smile despite the wild beating of my heart and avert my gaze. The Windsors own multiple hotels, and I doubt they’re ever personally present at any of them. What are the odds of running into one of the Windsor siblings at The Lacara? Probably slim to none. Logically, I know that, yet somehow, Eric’s choice feels ominous. It feels like a reminder that I can’t escape Dion, not even in these final moments with Eric. “I’d love that,” I say nonetheless, desperate for just a few more choices of my own.

I shake the thought off and smile wryly. No, of course she knew. Sierra and I are made of the same ilk. She shines brightly, the way Mom always did, but behind her smile hides a depth most can’t fathom. Out of all of us, she’s the most observant, the most caring. She feels things deeply, both highs and lows, and she hurts alongside every one of our siblings. Tonight might be hard for me, but witnessing my pain will break her heart more than it does mine. I know I should fake it for her and be the big brother she deserves, but I can’t. Not tonight. Following the brutal murder of her father and mother when she was a child, she set up a vigilante forum hoping to help others in such circumstances. Despondency turns into desolation as I take another bite of my food, pretending to be unaffected. I’m glad neither of my sisters are standing in my shoes, but I’d give the world to have one single day of true freedom — of not feeling like a sacrifice, a broodmare. I kept running, choosing to focus on the global expansion of our conglomerate after college, just so I didn’t have to face her more than a few times a year. Working overseas bought me a bit more time, but it wasn’t enough.

My father will be furious, and I risk disappointing the crowd too, since this isn’t what they came to hear, but I start to play the first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Once more, I manage to forget about Dion, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Lex smiles and swipes the screen, pulling up a new slide. “If you want your inheritance, you’ll need her to remain faithful to you while you’re married, or you’ll breach Grandma’s terms. You know what that means, right? You need to steal her away from her boyfriend. Just because she broke up with him doesn’t mean she’ll stay away from him.”

A certain amount of control is required to play at the level I’ve mastered, and I’ve always taken pride in that. The only time I truly feel in charge is when I’m performing. The moment I start playing, no one has the ability to command anything of me, not even my father. It’s only then that I’m truly in my element. I might falter during practice, but never on stage, and Father knows it.

My smile wavers, and I look down, unable to take the hope interlaced with flirtatiousness in his gaze. Marriage isn’t in the cards for us, and I don’t know how to tell him that. How do I tell him that this is where our story ends? No, Father,” I croak out. I avert my gaze, unable to take that look in his eyes. I’ve never been able to figure out why he hates me so much, nor have I been able to lessen the force of his hatred. No matter what I do, I’m never worthy of the kindness that he often shows Linda and Chloe. I’m the only one he hurts like this — never them. I’m grateful they’re spared from his cruelty, but I just wish I could be too. With very few choices, she decides to take up a job offer from her brother’s best friend. Grayson her brother’s best friend has had a traumatic past and Noah his best friend and his sister Aria are his only family. As the narrative unfolds, Maura skillfully portrays Emily’s internal struggle and the various external pressures she faces. Through vivid descriptions and introspective dialogues, the author paints a poignant picture of a woman grappling with her own desires in a rigid society. Emily’s character is both relatable and sympathetic, as she navigates the confines of societal norms while yearning for personal fulfillment. Maura has said that writing is something she was doing ever since she was ten, when she use to tell everyone that she would grow up to become an author.

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How long has this been going on?” I ask, unable to keep the question buried. Her answer won’t make a difference, but I need to know. Why, I’m not quite sure.