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“Exactly. He doesn’t even know that I own the company he would die for… and at the same time, he has started to embezzle some funds.” “What?!” Nicholas widened his eyes. “He is embezzling funds?!” “Yes. He has been stashing some company’s funds aside.” “When did you find out?” “When? I think it was the second day after I married my wife. I had to look into him properly, you know?” “So…” Nicholas laughed at the twist and then shook his head. “He has been stealing from you, indirectly, the husband of his ex-wife.” “You see why I told you to not rush?”

I was trying on my bridal dress when the hotel manager called. "Miss McPherson, someone's come to wreck your grand wedding venue," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of glee. "You should come here to assess the damage." I was stunned. I had spent half a year of my hard-earned savings on this wedding! Who did these culprits think they were? Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I married my fiancé of seven years, Matteo Brando. Why was someone sabotaging our wedding now?

Every stress melted under the weight of that simple fact. Tonight was just for us. No stylists. No photographers. No planners. Just me and Alaric, sharing a quiet dinner like we used to while we were still fake dating. I smiled to myself as I slowed to a red light. The memory of my final wedding dress fitting still floated in my mind like a dream. It was perfect.

It was the moment when the bedroom door opened while she was lost in thought. It was James, her ex. “How’s uncle?” James didn’t see Valeria at first and when his eyes landed on a confused woman; they both kept quiet. Mrs Stella explained to him, introduced them both and left the room. "I was sorry at first and felt bad for leaving you at the altar. But you–I didn’t know you could be such a desperate gold digger. You married my uncle who is in a coma. Don’t you have any shame, Valeria?” James spoke as he approached Valeria with a stern expression of hate. He couldn’t get over the fact that she moved on within hours.

“... Did he threaten you by any chance? Or did he discover your secret and he is forcing you to marry him to keep it? You better tell me now, so I can help.” “You know I can hear you loud and clear, uncle,” Aldrich said and we all laughed again. Uncle Thornhart and Aldrich took an excuse to discuss privately. He came back minutes later and announced our departure. “I hope you will be able to attend our wedding, uncle,” I said sadly. Even though the wedding was fake, I just wanted as many familiar faces as possible. “I'm sorry, Mara but I can't. I will send you my wishes and gifts instead.” “Okay, uncle.” I bowed to him. “Goodbye and stay healthy.”

Along with the heavy downpour that drenched the city that day were Irene’s unending tears as she stood trial inside the courtroom. She and Dave Montecillo had been together for four years before they decided to marry. She thought the love he had shown her was genuine, that it was the kind of love that would last forever. She believed that once they were married, happiness would follow, and every storm would finally come to rest. But on the very day of their wedding, it was Dave himself who betrayed her, handing her over to the police, choosing to believe the lies spun by his stepsister, Sandra.

I shoved it into his hand. "He gave her a car, Tristan," I hissed. "And a new office, clothes, jewelry. He’s her sugar daddy. That’s all this is." "What the hell?" he muttered, staring at the screen. I saw the jealousy flickering in his eyes, the rage simmering just under the surface. I softened my tone, brushing my fingers over his knee. "Tristan, I get it. Your ex is flaunting herself in front of you with your uncle. I get how that would… confuse you."

“None of my business? Hah. Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be marrying me. If you’re going to be my wife, you’ll do as I say.” His tone was commanding. I rolled my eyes. “Who said I was marrying you?” His expression twisted into a mocking smile. “You did. You’re the one who said you’d never marry anyone else. “And besides, there are only two unmarried men in the Fido family, me and Harvey. Harvey’s already engaged. So if not me, who?” “Who said you and Harvey are the only options?” Callum frowned. “You’re not talking about Uncle Jaxon, are you?”

Xena. I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands. The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his thing inside of me played over and over again. "Are you alright?” He asked, buttoning up his shirt. "I can't believe," I said slowly, still not looking at him, "that I just slept with my ex-husband's uncle."

“You lost the right to that information the moment we signed the divorce papers.” His eyes narrow. “Interesting,” he says slowly. “Because it looks a lot like you left one Monroe man just to secure the next.” “Is that what you think?” “I think,” Adrian says, “it’s not a coincidence that you married my uncle four weeks after our divorce.” He glares at me. “So, either you’ve been planning this for a long time… or you’re a lot more desperate than I thought.” I tilt my head slightly. “You’re getting married too, Adrian.”