The Billionaire’s rebellious bride

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sed to leave." "Well, you're right," Dad smiled faintly and went back to his seat. My eyes riveted at the huge twin doors of the Stavrakos Hotel's grand ballroom, where the bride would come in. I had been staring at it for quite too long already, my eyes started to get sore. Damn. She's doing this on purpose. Making me wait, and being humiliated in front of everyone. "She's really testing my patience," I muttered softly, then shifted my attention to the loud voices of people talking. My eyes diverted to Constantine Pallis, who was enjoying talking to people, taking advantage of the lateness of his granddaughter to catch up with his relatives and friends. He seemed to be forgetting about the wedding. "Hey," one of my groomsmen, Eros Petrakis, tapped my back, "you're having roots from standing here too long. I told you, getting

when the music started, playing the bridal entrance song.All heads turned to the huge twin doors, looking very excited to see the bride enter and walk down