My sister ran away, so I married her billionaire

in the air between us as the heavy cathedral

how long I've been

blur. The prayers echo off the tall stone walls, the bright camera flashes pop from the back of the room like tiny lightning storms, and all around us, wealthy guests whisper behind their silk handkerchiefs. They think I am

there is no escape. I look up at his profile, studying the sharp line of his jaw, the dark sweep of his hair, and the intense focus in his eyes. This is a man who controls banks, skyscrap

his woman to be your lawful

ark eyes stay locked on mine. "I do," he says

shakes so badly the words b

swift stroke of a pen on the marriage license, I am

like she might faint from relief, while Father keeps giving Adrian nervous, sideways glances, terrified that the billionaire will suddenly change his mind and destroy our fam

eath warm and sending goosebumps down my neck. "Everyone is

ing my plastered smile locked in place for the cameras. "You should have

ip of his champagne, his eyes darkening as he looks

ne knows you wanted the Marlowe family's golden daughter to secu

ts warmth, turning into something hard and sharp. "This marriage is not tempora

hy he sounds so possessive over a girl he barely knows the clock strikes midni

leek black car drives us deep into the heart of the city. We pull up in front of a t

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls show the glowing skyline of the city spread out below us l

etly, loosening his black tie a

lk of the wedding dress. "Home? No, wait. This is a mistake. We need to talk about ground ru

laying at the corners of his lips. He takes a slow step toward me, closing

and rich like dark chocolate. "You think we are

s marriage isn't real! It's a business arrangement! A fix for my father's mess! I am only here because my sis

t beside my head, trapping me safely in his space. His dark eyes se

I can feel his breath against my cheek. "We can have space

to my throat. "Yo

eaching out to brush a stray lock of hair awa

voice barely a sque

n, his expression filled with a strange, aching hunger that c

that I feel nothing f

and falling rapidly. Why is he acting like this? Why

nto his dark, mesmerizing eyes. "Why are you looking at

mile touching his lips as the heavy tr

rian answers softly, "you gav