His Kleptomaniac Bride

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eiling, two carved wood tables, and two ridiculously expensive art collections placed on the wall right next to porcelain tea sets. Only that this living room isn't a dream

, Morgan Alonso looked every bit of the self-made CEO. He'd expanded Alonso's smart home and security importations from a small run shop to a multinational company in over one dec

ed, his voice flat and unamused as

ded we all behaved ourselves properly." My mother beamed, her eyes

amilies." My father stared at me and my sister, Catilyn, his posture shifting with

r hands flying straight to her c

moved from our old apartment to Holland Park Estate here in London. My dad had insisted we all referred

mily," my father

n my throat. All I remembered were pale ocean blue eyes and an icy gaze. I just encountered a Montgom

Montgomerys'. I was surprised myself when I received the call from Elder Montgomery himself," my father narrated. "He called to ask me if I was open to his g

beautiful daughter." My mother beamed even more. I could clearly

e wealthiest family ever. We need to go shoppin

lyn's hand in marriage? Or did I miss something? "Umm, Father, did the Montgomery family sp

ing for?" My father snapped, his glare dr

st, darling, except for a few people, of course. If not, we wouldn't want to disappoint the Montgomery's fami

er to embarrass us with...whatever is wrong with her." My sist

er to cook up some excuses about why she couldn't be around?" My mother agreed, looking at my father, oblivious

efore my father could answer, his jaw ticking slightly as he held our father's gaze. "The dinner will ta

ave to worry about a thing." I stammered, trying to assure my family's pr

me in the study now." My father stood up, ending the meeting,

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Cole asked, looking both shocked and confused. "Why would your gra

n he decided to barge in unannounced, dragging an ergonomic chair across the hardwood floor with a grating screech and collapsin

married or not? Who is the bride, by the way? Which family? Is she pretty? Oh my God, what if she's ugly or has a scar or even

aching temples. I wasn't interested in talking about my so-called marriage at this time. It's too much of a hassle. I'd rather be focused on the company and try to secure this MultiBillionaire m

when did you need a marriage of convenience? You are as convenient

lence of the room. "The Montgomery's Marketing Corporations has been around since my great-gran

smissive hand. "But which family are you getting

row. I might as well do my research now instead of going blindly." I picked up my cell phone, putting a call to my most trusted b

gaze. "There, satisfied? I should be able to get some answers to your pendi

now; I have a job in Milan tomorrow. I wouldn't want to miss my fligh

d here I was thinking I could count on you to

then wake me up and roast me alive again." He said in between fits of laughter. "You Montgomeries are a sca

you" heading out the double doors, sealing out his parting remarks and sounds of his flirty passes at my

chair and rubbed the bridge of my nose

y family might be the most prestigious family that everyone wants to associate with, but we were bloody vultures on the inside. Always waging w