Master of Control
Sienna Snow
Contents
Gods of Vegas Book 5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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Chapter One
Present Day
Sebastian
I was a bastard. I knew it. And within the next few minutes, so would she.
I’d spent the last months seducing and fucking the woman I was about to marry.
Most people wouldn’t see this as a problem, but then again, they hadn’t spent the past five months pretending to be someone else. Someone who wasn’t the devil she believed her fiancé to be.
I stared at my reflection in the holding room of Berlin Cathedral, knowing the minute her beautiful cobalt gaze landed on me, there would be only two possible outcomes. One, she would refuse to go through with the wedding, which would start a war neither of our families could afford. Or two, she’d marry me and hate me for the rest of my life.
Either way, I was fucked. And not the kind that left me coming deep in her cunt.
I wasn’t the type of man to show weakness or to care what happened to others. The ends always justified the means. Now I was going to lose the only thing that mattered to me outside of taking down the empire my father had inherited on the ashes of my dead mother.
“Sebastian, you ready, son?” a voice said in polished German from behind me.
I shifted my focus to the tall, dark-haired man who looked more like me than my own father.
“I’m ready.” I took a deep breath. “Wish me luck.”
My uncle Fredrik studied me and shook his head. “You made your bed, boy. Now it’s time to face the consequences. If you even want to think about taking the reins from your father, you’d better marry the Benz girl. Whether she hates you or not is insignificant. You hear me?”
Fredrik was the only one in my immediate family who knew what I’d done. I’d confessed the mess I was in after the last time I’d seen my bride. Guilt made a man do some crazy things. Among them was telling my uncle, who was a stickler for behavior, how I’d spent the last few months lying to the woman who owned my soul.
Now here I was, a man who hadn’t believed in love, who hadn’t believed in anything but the end goal, ready to face the fact he was about to lose the woman who made him want more than vengeance.
“I hear you. One way or another, there will be a wedding today.” I just hoped it wouldn’t be a forced one.
“Let’s go. Your Vater is waiting.”
Yes, it was always good not to keep the egotistical bastard waiting.
I followed my uncle through the ornately decorated halls of the cathedral and up the aisle to the front altar. Pater Joseph waited in his robes for me to approach.
I’d confessed all manner of sins to him since childhood. He understood the world my family encompassed and never batted an eye. He also gave me his unique style of pressure to get me to pursue things outside of the family businesses.
Near him stood my second-in-command and best man, Lucas Flynn. He shook his head as I approached, knowing the shitstorm about to take hold. I ignored everyone else in the packed church, accepting my fate.
Pater Joseph gestured to his left, which was the right of the church, and said, in his singsongy German voice, “The Lord is with you. It’s a good day to marry.”
If only the man knew the truth.
I took my position and waited. The music from the organs started and the doors opened.
The second my bride came into view, her eyes landed on mine. Knowledge and pain filled her dark-blue gaze.
I was well and truly fucked.
Chapter Two
Eight Months Until the Wedding
Sebastian
“You’ll marry her if it’s the last thing you do.”
I stared blankly at my father as he sat behind his giant desk with his hands propped on his bulging belly.
He glared at me as if he were the master of all he surveyed and I’d better fall in line.
The last thing I would do was agree to marry some prim, proper, over-pampered princess who would be more of a liability than an asset. For the past however-many generations, every marriage in the Weber family had been arranged by the patriarch. I’d believed I was home free, since Jonas Weber could give two shits about me or my future.
Besides, I wasn’t in the market for marriage, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to indulge one of Jonas’s delusions of grandeur by resurrecting some archaic family tradition.
Yes, he was the head of Weber International, the construction conglomerate that could make or break any development project in Germany, but he hadn’t gotten there without my help.
Until I’d taken over the day-to-day operations using my connections
