บททั้งหมดของ Married To Mr Romeo By Mistake : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

I didn’t find another groom.I found a bar instead.And I began to drink my organs to death.On my fifth shot of vodka, I realized I was drawing attention to myself, apparently a woman in a wedding dress drinking like she’s training for the Olympics is a spectacle.Sighing, I clear the bill and walk out of the bar, wandering around for a while until I eventually end up at my favorite place in the City, Lancaster Gallery.The place is busier than I've ever seen it. I stop a passing server, desperate for an explanation, anything that makes this day make sense, really.“A wedding." The server says cheerfully, his brow lifting when he notices my dress. I go still, unable to believe my ill luck. Of all the days my safe haven could have been used for a wedding, it had to be today? Looks like the universe isn’t done laughing at me yet.Just fucking great.Groaning, I grab a glass of champagne from his tray, and I head for the door, racking my brain for somewhere to hide until the day ends.

Sierra bounds forward in a luxurious wedding dress, her hair styled differently from the last time I saw her. I frown as she reaches us, pushing me away from Romeo aggressively.What the hell? She delivers a hot slap to my face before I can speak, my sight blurring and I stumble back in shock. My dress tangles around my legs, leaving me unstable. My eyes widen in panic as I go crashing, but two strong arms wrap around my waist before I reach the ground.I exhale in relief to see Romeo holding me, but his brows are drawn tight, and his lips are flat as he steadies me. Carefully releasing me, he takes a few steps away from me and crosses his arms.“Who the hell are you?" He asks, his voice deadly calm. I frown, looking between him and Sierra, the eager crowd, my father; he stops beside Sierra, his eyes hard. My aunt steps beside him, sneering at me. An older woman comes beside Romeo, her presence exuding class and commanding respect.Assembled together, they look like a biased jury, a

I twist the doorknob and I'm surprised as the door pushes open unlocked. Stepping in, I find Romeo at the center of the room, his back to me, his jacket discarded, and sleeves rolled to his forearms.“Get out." He says before I can speak, his voice calm but firm.Swallowing, I venture further into the room, hoping he's not someone who responds to disobedience with anger.Slowly, he turns around, his stone-cold blue eyes zoning on me.“I told you to leave." He said.“Yes, I know. I'm sorry but we need to talk." I quickly say."About what?" His head tilts slightly. “You got what you wanted, didn't you?" “Yes, but it's not that sim..." “Then leave." “I…I can't." “Why not?" I hesitate.“Because your home… is my home now. For the next six months at least." A humorless laughter leaves his lips, mocking and condescending. But his eyes remain on me, cold and blank. Eventually, he stops, leaning on his desk and crossing his arms. He nods.“It’s not enough that you forced a six-month marr