Forced to Wed: A Billionaire's Demand

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my wedd

ppiest day of my life. My wedding day is the day

ss fits like a glove. Everything I dreamed of has become tru

my lovin

ll crease your makeup," my aunt Lind

eases will make it more authentic. Yo

uation. "You always did have a way with words, dear

tart practicing my stand-up routine now.

aw the young man you are betrothed to. And I must say, he is quit

" I ask, my ir

know anything these days," she s

Oh em gee, Aunt Linda

e suspiciously

and barely forty. You and Mr. Young Eastwo

honey, that's a tempting offer, but I think I'll pass. Besides, I've had m

y fairy tale to start with someone who looks like Clint Eastwood. N

ifferent leading man aspi

rth? You know, the whole Thor vibe," I say. At this po

the Norse god type, are we? Well, dear, un

nt t

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oft, melodic tune. My heart beats faster as I take

the altar. Dammit, I was kind of

ctly coiffed, and his piercing blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. He sta

pine. There's an intensity in his gaze, a hint o

feel trapped, like a bird with clipped wings. My dream wedding has tu

smirking, let alone smiling at his new bride. In fact, he loo

ords being spoken. My mind is a whirlwind of confusion, regret, an

ords, my gaze fixed on Vincent. He says his vows with an icy tone, an

ce you husband and wife," declares the of

It's as if he's going through the motions with a complete lack of emotion. T

s definite

the sound is hollow, drowned out by the realization

possessive. I can't help but glance at Natalie, who is sitting among the othe

ions, the toasts that feel like a mockery of my life. I catch gl

thing feels

is hand towards me. Reluctantly, I place my hand in

he pulls me closer to him. "Are you going t

barely came up to his chest as we danced. The way he towers over me makes me feel

s narrowing. "Get used to it, sweetheart. You'r

rying to play along. The dance feels like an eternity, and a

as quickly as I could. I find Natalie among the sea o

feel it," I hiss under my br

er head. "You ar

g? He looks like he's

, it's just wedding jitters. Vincent may be a bit

ice. And did you see the way he kissed me at the altar? It was like being kis

day at the bridal store? That

e a catchy tune stuck on repeat. And when night came, my dreams were filled with steamy scenes starring us. I woke

he confusing mix of desire and fear that lingers within me. "That doesn't matter now. There's someth

. "Look, I understand that you're scared an

rning back now. I made my bed, and now I have to

he crowded dance floor and make my w

racing, trying to make sense of everything that has happened. Who is this man

around, and there stands Vincent, his face vo

e?" I as

tel. Where we will spend our fir

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