The Billionaire's Rebellious Bride
When his gaze found hers across the ballroom, he smirked, the kind of smirk that always got him into trouble.
“Hailey Carter,” he said, his tone teasing as he walked over. “Looking like sin in heels tonight. You trying to kill a few hearts?”
She rolled her eyes, though a small smile played on her lips. “You’re late.”
“Fashionably,” he said with a wink. “Where’s the groom-to-be? Brooding in a corner somewhere?”
“Don’t start,” she warned but she smiled warmly.
But Dorian’s smirk faded when she slipped the small folded note from her clutch and handed it to him discreetly. His expression turned serious instantly. He read it once, then again, his jaw tightening.
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