All Chapters of Men Are Prada Shoes: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VINCENT I had seriously hoped she would accept the proposal and save us all the trouble, but of course, Alina had to make things difficult. Nothing with this woman ever came easy. I drew in a slow, frustrated breath, rubbing a hand over my face, no longer finding any of this shit funny. Every minute I wasted trying to convince Alina to marry me was another minute Standford had to work his way into another fraudulent deal. I couldn’t afford to keep playing around. Turning back to her, I held her gaze, making sure she saw how serious I was. “I don’t just want a fiancé, Alina. I want a wife.” She blinked rapidly. “What?” “You just said you love me,” I reminded her. “And I already told you I love you. We have great chemistry, both inside and out

ALINA Staring at the man standing before me, I wondered if I ever knew him at all. The coldness in his eyes now was nothing like the man who, only a few minutes ago, offered me a ring while looking at me as though I was the only woman in the world. That man was gone and in his place stood a stranger. My head throbbed painfully. My heart ached even worse. And after standing in those ridiculous heels for what felt like hours, even my feet were beginning to hurt. I bent down, reached for the thin straps around my ankles, loosened them, one after the other, before slipping the heels off completely. I dropped them beside me and straightened slowly, wishing this was a horrible, twisted nightmare I could wake up from if I closed my eyes hard enough. “If you knew I was lying to you

VINCENTStanding by the floor-length window of my penthouse, I looked out into the night, holding a glass of scotch while dressed in a black tuxedo.Tonight was going to be an interesting night, and I wasn’t entirely sure I was looking forward to it.My front door opened, and Jonah walked in.“Stradford and his daughter, Elena, will be at the event.”Letting out a breath, I took a sip of my drink before stepping away from the window. “You think Alina is going to show up?”Jonah shrugged. “You want the truth, sir, or you want me to tell you what you want to hear?”I scoffed. “Tell me the truth, Jonah.”“She will show up because she values her company, but I don’t think she will show up as the woman you used to know.”I arched a brow at him, and he shrugged. “She was really hurt by whatever transpired between you two the last time. I have never seen Ms. Voss like that.”My jaw tightened slightly, and I turned my attention to the glass in my hand, swirling the amber liquid around before t

ALINAThe night was going smoothly, at least for me, up until Vincent climbed onto the podium and used his dinner fork to tap against his wine glass.“Can I have your attention, everyone?”Everyone at the tables slowly turned their attention toward him, including Elena, her grandfather, Vera, and Jeremy, along with the rest of the guests.I stood near the end of the door, where I had just been about to slip out onto the balcony to get some air. I had barely taken a step when Vincent’s voice stopped me.“So, it is no news that I have been dating this beautiful woman,” Vincent announced with a smile. “And her name is Alina Voss, of Voss Bags.”My heart skipped a beat.His eyes searched the crowd until they found mine across the room, the smile on his face widening as he outstretched his hand toward me. “Come here, baby.”Everyone instantly shifted their gaze toward me.Forcing a relaxed smile onto my face, I passed my champagne flute to one of the servers and slowly made my way toward t

ALINA‘And this fire between us? I’m going to reignite it.’Jeremy’s words replayed in my head again and again. The more I thought about them, the hotter my anger became.The audacity of that man.How could he look me straight in the eyes and say something like that.I wanted to scream at him, to slap that arrogant look off his face. Hell, at that moment, I wanted to strangle him.I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed the car door opening beside me.Vincent climbed into the back seat, and the moment he settled beside me, his eyes moved slowly over my body, searching for any sign that something was wrong.“Are you okay?”Taking a slow, shaky breath, I leaned back against the seat. “Just take me home.”Vincent frowned. “Vera said you were hurt.”“Well, I am hurting!” I snapped. “My heart is hurting because you broke it. My head is hurting because I spent the entire night forcing myself to smile when I didn’t even feel like smiling, and my hand is hurting because of that bit