All Chapters of Stolen from The Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

MaverickAfter Marie took Blair upstairs, I lost focus.I held a glass of wine, but I couldn't taste what I was drinking. I stood with a group of men from the Valmont Club, but I barely heard a word they said. They were talking about an upcoming private event at the Valmont Mansion, but at some point, I completely zoned out of the conversation.Ronald Cavanaugh was a Valmont club member so it was only normal that he invited members from the club to his nephew's wedding. It was also the same place we spoke about the TitanPrime Merger for the first time.One of the men clapped me on the shoulder softly.“You’ve been gone for a while, Russo. We haven't seen you around much.”“Work.” My response was short, clean and straight to the point. They nodded in satisfaction, and kept on conversing. But my eyes kept drifting to the entrance.I waited for Marie to walk back in. I told myself I was just overthinking it. Blair was drunk and Marie was probably taking some time to get her to settle d

Marie“…by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The priest announced with a grin.Everywhere erupted into cheers, applause and laughter. Patrick leaned in first, with his hands cupping Elizabeth’s face as he kissed her like he had waited his whole life to do it. Elizabeth laughed into the kiss, holding on to him like nothing else in the world mattered to her.I watched, and my chest stung in a way I didn’t expect.They looked so sure, so happy, so completely in love. Would I ever experience something like that?The white chairs were arranged in neat rows on the sand, facing a wooden arch wrapped in flowers and soft fabric that moved gently with the cool breeze.The ocean behind the couple was so blue and calm, like it was also celebrating with them. There were white petals scattered everywhere, and the sunlight reflected the water, making everything glow.It was beautiful, painfully beautiful.I swallowed and forced a smile on my lips as everyone around us st

Marie‘Do you mean what you said about taking care of Maverick and everything?’I sent the message to Ro before I could overthink it. The moment I saw that the message was delivered, I locked my phone and placed it face down on the table, like it could burn me if I stared at it too long.I didn’t know what pushed me to ask that again. Maybe it was the wedding, maybe it was the sea breeze, the laughter, the way everything around me looked so permanent while I felt temporary.Or maybe I was just tired of pretending I didn’t care that Maverick still loved his ex-wife, and that I was only here because I was useful.But useful until when? Until what end? When Maverick discards me because he has gotten what he wanted? I didn't even know what he wanted.I sighed and picked up my fork. Then I cut into the slice of cake on my plate. This one was a pistachio-and-rose chiffon cake, coated in honey cream. Once again, Blair had suggested that I try it after the previous one. I loved it. It was r

MarieI swirled the champagne in my glass slowly, watching the bubbles rise and burst at the surface. Henry’s question kept replaying in my head like a song stuck on repeat.‘Are you happy, Marie?’I had not given him a response, because I didn't know what to say. The music shifted to something jazzy and playful, and I looked up to see the newly married couple standing in the center of the reception space. Elizabeth had changed out of her long wedding gown into a shorter white dress that floated around her thighs when she moved. Her dress made her look like a princess. Patrick spun her gently, and both of them laughed, clearly lost in their own world. I couldn't help but smile as I stared at them. “My parents got married here,” a voice suddenly said beside me. “And so did my grandparents.”I got startled, and turned, almost spilling my champagne. I saw Ronald Cavanaugh standing next to me, with his hands in his pocket and his sharp grey eyes softened by the glow of the lights and