The Broken Princess

My bodyguard. My protector. My greatest sin.

I’ve flirted with the tabloids many times.

What can I say? My nipple just wanted to pop out and say hello to the paparazzi. After that, my father gave me an ultimatum – he'd either stop financing my extravagant lifestyle, or I'd have to accept having a bodyguard. And by bodyguard, I mean a hot and terrifying guy who acts as my nanny and just so happens to be excellent at breaking bones. Ransom Lockwood, ladies and gentlemen. Now he's forcing me to try all sorts of strange things. Stop partying, stop drinking, be responsible, get a job… Part of me wants to tell him to get lost, because I'm beyond saving. But another part of me wants to save him.