The Paradise Problem Read Online Christina Lauren

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
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Voices break out all around us—surprise, protest, speculation—but Alex quells it with a hand. “Sorry. I guess technically you’re married, right? Until…” Alex glances at his watch. “August fifth? Or was it the twelfth?” He turns his eyes back to me at last. I feel movement at my side, when Anna breaks free of my hand and turns, running out of the tent. “After all, being married was the only requirement for you to inherit your money. What admirable behavior for the man our father wants to be Weston Foods’ next CEO.” He lifts his glass aloft and smiles warmly, no idea that he could be destroying his own life right along with mine. “So thank you, Charlie and Kellan, for having this wedding so we could have some time together with Liam before he conned us all and disappeared forever.”

Thirty

ANNA

I burst outside, into air that is humid and thick and cloying with the perfume of flowering trees. I have loved this air with every breath I’ve taken on this trip, but right now I want nothing more than the foggy marine layer of Los Angeles in May. I want the sound of traffic and neighbors arguing and the smell of food trucks. I want to teleport myself off this island, back to my shitty apartment and my old couch where I don’t have to pretend to be anyone but Anna Green: Aquarius, cheese lover, and Enzo’s Pizza VIP customer discount card holder. I don’t know what’s going on back in that tent, but there’s no way in hell I’m staying to watch the rest of it.

Am I okay? No.

But will I be?

Probably also no.

I mean, Liam is still in there being humiliated by his brother, but I feel like I was decimated. Alex exposed Liam by destroying me.

My optimism about the world and the people in it has been ripped wide open, exposing the stain of humanity underneath it; I can’t unsee that. And I won’t ever forget this bone-deep feeling of humiliation, either, especially when there’s no way for me to exit this island before someone who witnessed that garbage diatribe sees me. This is very much a “never show my face in this establishment again” kind of situation, and yet I am unable to exit said establishment, being that it is an island in the middle of an ocean. Maybe I should raid the Old Hollywood costume stash and be Elvis until I can get on a fucking plane out of here.

I press my hands to my ribs, trying to pull in a full breath as I pace. The tide rolls toward the shore, water lapping at my feet and darkening the hem of my dress. I barely notice. I don’t know if this feeling is anger or sadness or humiliation, but I do know that when a hand comes around my arm, all I can see is Alex’s pinched, vengeful face, and for the first time in my life, my instinct is to react with violence.

My hands come up to a chest before I’ve taken the time to look at a face, and I shove, hard.

Liam stumbles back, his hands up. “It’s me.”

With a sob, I dive into his arms, and he holds me, his lips pressed to the top of my head. Several long seconds pass where he just rocks slightly, cradling me to him. Down the beach, in the tent, noise rises again. Music, voices, the clinking of glasses and silver on porcelain.

The show must go on.

Liam’s voice rumbles against the crown of my head. “Are you okay?” he asks.

“No. Are you?”

He steps back, taking my chin between his finger and thumb. “I’m more worried about you. I thought he was going after me. He didn’t. You took a real beating in there.”

My “yeah” comes out a little soggy. I don’t want to care what Alex said or what anyone else in that tent thinks of me. Would I care what they thought of my clothes or my hair or my job if I saw them on the street? No. They’re just like the people I serve at Amir’s Café—some of them are good, some of them are awful—none of them are better than me or Vivi or her parents or even Ricky in any of the ways that count. Well… maybe better than Ricky. The thing is, I don’t want to care. But I do.

“This is all my fault,” he says.

“It’s ninety-five percent your fault,” I tell him, sniffing. “I take five percent responsibility for agreeing to come. But this is what you’re paying me for, I suppose. For the odds that something like tonight happened.”

He stares miserably down at me. “I’m so sorry, Anna.”

“I know.” And I do. Regret is written all over his face, but so is the adoration he’s been wearing for days. We may have started with a crazy lie, but this much, I know, is real. “I don’t belong in this world, Liam, and everyone has always known it.” Humiliated tears surface again and I irritably swipe them off my cheeks. “I never fooled anyone.”


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