All Chapters of Two Days Before The Wedding: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexander“Sorry for being late. I had things to take care of.”The familiarity of the voice punches through my chest, My eyes snap towards the door so fast I nearly give myself whiplash.My breath stumbles.Evangeline.I stand immediately, forcing a smile even as my stomach churns. What the fuck is she doing here?Why the fuck does she look so beautiful in that dress?“What are you doing here, baby?” My voice is sweet, practiced, the way I speak when I’m trying to control a situation I have no grip on. She doesn’t respond. I continue. “I’m in the middle of an important meeting. Please wait in my office. I’ll be there shortly.”One of the board members scoffs, shaking his head as he eyes Evangeline in a way that makes my skin crawl.“This is what we’re talking about. Bringing your…” He pauses, his gaze dragging over her with disdain and suggestiveness, “…in here when you know she has no place in rooms like this.”Silence.Evangeline cocks her head to the side, her lips curling into a

EvangelineI step out of the car with a heavy breath, my eyes moving around Alexander's estate now lined by different cars. Formally dressed men and elegantly dressed women move in and out of the manor.Guests I suppose.After the events of last week that revealed me as a major shareholder in Alexander’s company, I’ve refused to return to his estate. I chose to stay at my apartment even when he didn’t fail to come in and beg. Everyday. I didn’t feel the need to live under the same roof with a man who doesn’t make me feel respected. And while I stayed away, I finally came to a decision that I don’t want a public wedding. Matter of fact, I don’t want any kind of wedding at all.I am already Alexander’s wife on paper—the contract we signed in his office with his lawyer as our witness already bound us as husband and wife, but that is all Alexander Creed gets from me.A marriage on paper.Nothing more.I don’t even know why I honored his invitation to this party. When he asked me to atte

EvangelineThere’s something about Alexander’s father. Antonio Creed. On the outside, he looks cold and calculating. His narrowed eyes are too sharp as they rake my frame as though dissecting my entire existence by my physical appearance.His eyes stop at my stomach for a second, two. He scoffs, averting his gaze to his son.“Your wife,” he repeats, voice crisp. “That is a generous term.”Xander stiffens beside me, his voice warning. “Dad.”“What?” his father lifts a brow. “Am I not allowed to express how I feel about you playing house with the woman who ruined your life?”Xander kisses his teeth, frustrated. “My life is not ruined.”“Is that what you believe?”“His life is not ruined.” I cut in, my voice biting. “This scandal has long passed. Everyone has moved on with their lives. And it’s not our fault that you and your family are refusing to do so, sir.”Alexander clears throat, almost choking on a laugh.His father’s gaze hardens on me. “How charming.”I give him an innocent smil

EvangelineSlow.Deep.Consuming.His lips flames with so much desiree against mine. His breath burns my skin, drawing me into his abyss. His tongue strokes mine. I brace my palms over his shoulders and surrender to the sensational feeling.My throat rumbles with sounds foreign even to my own ear. Alexander pulls back, his eyes dancing with mine. The stormy-grey orbs turn a darker shade as they rake my features. He cups my face, his fingers brushing my skin ghostly while he gazes at me with adoration.“Why are you stopping?” I breathe.His unsteady breath mirrors mine. “Angel… you have to be sure…”I am.I’m not uncertain.I want him. I need him. Not just for the comfort of flesh against flesh—although that would be nice—but there is something underneath my skin that craves for him.Instead of responding with words, I brush my lips over his. Soft. Savoring.His mouth parts.I fuse our lips and let my certainty burn through the kiss. My breath stutters. My spine arches into him. I feel

AlexanderLunch would’ve been great if I wasn’t under Evangeline’s friend’s scrutiny.Alessia Sanchez.The girl never shuts up. And she’s not kind with her words.Direct. Brutal. Uncaring.“Let me get your story straight,” she leans forward, teeth bared in that mocking smile. “You cheated on your fiance two days before your wedding, got my friend pregnant, and now you want to pursue a real relationship with her? Why? Because of the baby?”“No,” I respond, “because I love her.”Alessia snorts. “So the baby is not important?”I chuckle, incredulous. “Of course the baby is important.”“So it’s about the baby then.” Her eyes bounce from me to Evangeline and back.My fingers curl into my palms, balling into fists against my thighs. Evangeline slides her hand into mine and locks our fingers, stroking the back of my palm with her thumb.I tilt my head, bringing my eyes to hers.She shakes her head, mouthing, “she’s baiting you. Don’t let her.”I heave out a breath and lean back.Evangeline t