The Billionaire's Substitute Bride.

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t. I hated him. I hated myself for seeking

. Ricci knows there was a minor accident, but I told him we're fine. He won't ask questions.

lk was smooth against my skin, but I felt suffocated. I w

s grazed my reflection in the mirror. In other circum

utched the flower bouquet in my hand, itching to

ng my hand as we stood at the entrance. "If anyone s

ondered how he managed to thre

ke him regret it! I was done trying to make him proud of me. Now, I was goin

as no grand celebration. I marched down the aisle, a fake smile plast

my temper!" He growled under his

y low as I glared into his eyes. "And maybe then, Ricci will see how muc

expression. "Your smile looks constipated, dear stepfa

pression changing every mi

ars, we got to the altar,

carved from stone. He was devastatingly handsome, his j

all. He only glanced at his smartwatch and then

ccident would occur. She is all yours now," Gerald apologize

rning to the priest who st

e reason, his voice sent a chill down my s

Mr.

contract being sealed. My hands felt heavy as they b

er than a normal wedding cere

s constantly tapping on his smartwa

wift move, he pressed his lips against mine. I didn't even hear the priest say

Sara. The only person beaming through the whole ceremony was

so much for this all

u're lucky I didn't call off the alliance. This should n

as whenever we interrupted him, but he alm

appen again

nterjected befo

"You must make him happy. Do all he asks of you. If I hear as much as one bad th

until the da

," a man in a suit stated an hour l

icci was too proud to

I was in his car, dri

ven acknowledge me as his new wife. He was

mansion, he finally

mused and partially something darker. It irked me and

k is out of the way, I have time for you. Mrs. Russo... or should I say

at, and my blood ran cold a

new who

icci didn't know who he

knew, why did he still g