Mistake With The Wrong Billionaire

Ramona’s POV“I'll pay you a million dollars if you can wreck my wedding.”The words shoot out of my mouth faster than I expect.“Excuse me?” He turns sharply, nose scrunched, confusion spells all over his perfectly carved face.My heart bangs like a drum and my stomach burns with deep anxiety.Hiring a dangerous stranger to ruin my wedding isn't exactly how I planned my life, but I’m definitely getting it done.For a second, he just stares at me, his eyes drop to the hem of my soaked black bodycon gown, dragging slowly back up like he’s trying to figure out if I’m drunk, crazy, or both.Rain slams against the windows of the club and thunder follows.The whole city feels like it’s shaking apart, or maybe that’s just me.I’ve never done anything like this before, but tonight? I’m done being the good girl.I ran through the storm tonight to get here. To find Jonathan.I didn't care about my soaked hair or my already ruined makeup that was meant for my pre-wedding photoshoot.I just neede

Ramona’s POVI stand in front of the mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at me. The dress is beautiful, that's what everyone says. But to me, it feels like a cage.The fabric is biting my skin, it feels so heavy and stiff, squeezing my ribs so tight I can barely take a full breath.Aunt Evangeline’s warm hands work at the back of the gown, pulling the ropes and fastening the eyelets. Each tug makes the dress feel tighter. I'm trying to take a deep breath but I can't. I feel the panic rising inside me.“Aunt Eva… I can’t breathe,” I whisper, my voice small, like it doesn’t want to be heard.Her hands pause for just a second. Our eyes meet in the mirror. And I see the pity in her gaze, the way her face softens. She knows, she just knows that I didn't want this. But just as quickly, she forces a big smile.“Oh, my sweet girl,” she says gently, her voice warm. “You look absolutely breathtaking. When Malik sees you, his eyes will definitely fall off, Just look at you!”I try to se

Ramona's POV“Well, I’m Lance. Jonathan’s tight buddy. He didn’t feel like getting his hands dirty so… here I am.”He says it with a calm and sure tone, looking straight into my soul like he already knows my dirtiest thoughts.I narrow my eyes, still studying him.“Why do I feel like you’re lying?”Because something about him doesn’t add up. His eyes, they’re too unreadable. He looks like someone who’s never needed to lie before.His lips give out a lazy laugh, the sound of it wraps around me like silk. Then he bites his lip playfully.And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but my knees feel just a little weaker watching him.He doesn’t answer my question, of course not. Instead, he pulls out his phone and swipes, ignoring me like this isn’t the most bizarre moment of my life.“Well, just know I’m Lance,” he says again, this time distractedly dialing a number in his phone.The call connects in seconds.“I need you to do a fast clean-up online,” he says “Every video of me and Ramona ne

Lance's POV There are two things I never joke with: leg day and back day.It is early. The air is still cool. Most people are just dragging themselves out of bed, cursing the morning light.But inside this basement gym, Drew is going hard at the punching bag, each punch landing like it represents something deeper brewing inside him.I stand by the cable machine, shirtless, sweat dripping down my back.I had just finished a brutal set of lat pull-downs leaving my back burning.It is a good burn, the kind that reminds you of your own strength, your own control.Drew isn't just my tight buddy. He is the kind that shows up for a 5 AM workout even if he got stabbed the night before.We’d been boys since we were broke teenagers trying to survive the streets and make money the fast way. Now we are stuck deep into some biz we both can't escape from.But in this gym, for at least an hour, we are just two men pushing metal and talking shit.Drew grunts across the room.“You’re trying to build a

My heart does a small, stupid jump when I hear his voice.Lance.Of course he's here. Looking like the cover of a magazine, black shirt open at the chest, dark pants hugging his waist."I just came to..." I glance at Gigi. Her brows raised in confusion"...to have fun.""What are you doing here?" I ask him, even though I already know."I run this club."Of course he does, he's an investor, right?Gigi leans into my ear and whispers, her voice breathy. "Is that your Lance?"I whisper back, "Yes."She gasps like someone just told her Beyonce is here.I frown. "What?""He's too hot."I roll my eyes but my stomach twists painfully, and I don't even know why.Then the red-haired girl sitting on Lance’s lap turns her head towards us like she just remembered we're here."Wait," she says, smiling, "is she the one?"She looks straight at me. "The bitch from the wedding video?"She smiles, she doesn't look at me with hatred, no. She looks at me like I'm not real enough to bother hating."Come on,