Hired Groom: My Husband Is The Billionaire

t under the stare of West Coast billionaires and politicians,

ally playing the wedding march. Every pair of eyes in the room

ousy. She stared at Bentley's flawless face, her fingerna

leeve with a livid face

that little tramp Demi

e Collier family in person, yet the terrifying aura rolling off the man on

s were scandalized that she had brought an unknown man to ruin the C

nt, an elderly retired judge with silver hair, was franticall

s hands shaking so badly he nearly

proceed with th

t nod, his icy blue

oce

her hands on the table and stood up, her s

ere! This wedd

r designer skirt and rushed to the foot of the s

ou actually paid some cheap male model off the s

r frantic stepsister, her lip

as me walking down the aisle today? I'm getting

re spinning toward the offician

the legal identities of both parties! You can't just

ting and whispering, clearly buying into Keely's claim t

main table as well, her t

er family will arrive any minute. If they witne

ead faster, looking at Bentle

protocol for the guests, pleas

d Bentley's sleeve tightly under the co

ould we make a run

cked eyes. A faint smile touched his lips,

ket of his suit jacket and pulled out a black-and

Keely let out a l

what kind of fake ID y

oklet to the judge, h

it cle

nd he flipped it open, his eyes bulged and his pupil

booklet shut, handed it back to Bentley with b

dge gripped the microphone and sucked in a dee

has been fully verified! He is the Chief Executive

of the ballroom like a bomb, sha

the crowd. Not a single

smashed against the marble floor, glass shards flying

e collapsed back into her chair, her

.. that's im

uproar. No one could believe the rumored hideous, crippled tyrant of the C

n as if struck by lightning, h

had just tried to hire for a hundred thousand doll

ght, the glint of a predator who had just locked

voice low and danger

Scared stiff, m

nd clamped around the back of her neck, pulling her fir