CHAPTER HUNDRED-TWENTY- TWO: Stolen Bride

Alexander’s POV

As the wedding came to an end, the air was filled with a sense of completion and relief. Catherine and I were finally husband and wife, and now it was time to leave. Our car was parked just outside the grand hall—sleek, black, and polished, with a shine that reflected the lights from the venue. It was a classic Bentley, elegant and understated, the kind of car that spoke of tradition and legacy. What our new was to be about.

Catherine had already slipped into the backseat, her gown spilling around her like a river of white silk. She looked so peaceful, her head resting against the seat, a small smile playing on her lips. I was about to join her when I heard someone call my name. I turned to see Richard, walking toward me, his face unreadable in the dark light.

I let out an exasperated breath. The last thing I needed was another confrontation. "I'm not in the mood for a fight, Richard," I said, my voice tired. "As you can see, I’m taking my wife home."

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