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Adorned in high class luxury branded accessories worth the amount of money that Alicia could only see in hospital bills. She gentle touches the diamond earrings then the pendant on her, slightly afraid of breaking it, although she is getting paid by Bianca to dress like a rich man’s daughter, actually wearing the expensive items to look the part makes Alicia to be sensitively conscious about the price tag. However, Bianca already told her to not to be afraid to destroy some especially when necessary after all, the most important thing right now is to successfully fool everyone in the party that she is Bianca Ada.

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.

“Come inside.” I didn’t argue. The elevator ride was silent. The kind of silence that buzzed. Back in the penthouse, the bridal suite was everything I had expected and somehow worse. Candlelight flickered across the marble floors, soft music whispered from hidden speakers, and rose petals lay scattered like spilled secrets. A bottle of champagne waited on a silver tray. Two glasses. Crystal, of course. Sebastian walked to the window, his back to me. I remained near the door, my bare feet pressing into the plush carpet.

The one I'd signed in Ezra's study the night of the rehearsal dinner with shaking hands and a bleeding scalp and the desperate certainty that any door was better than the one Julian had locked behind me. I'd read it before. Quickly. In crisis. Scanning for the basics. Names, dates, terms of the arrangement. I hadn't read it the way I read financial documents because it wasn't a financial document. It was a lifeline. You don't scrutinize a lifeline. You grab it.

He grunted as he took the document to which he signed without fault. “You’re right.” She muttered as he pushed it back over. She took a deep breath as she stared at the empty line clearly calling out to her.This was it. She was about to sell her soul, her body, her dignity, for a sum that could change her life forever. And so she did, signed the papers in the blink of an eye. “Perfect.” The lawyer clapped his hands, “Mr Ashford, Miss Heathrow. By the signage of this document, I can pronounce you a newly wedded couple. I would say kiss the bride if this was under much better—

Adrian Cross smiled for the cameras like a man who had just conquered the world. Beside him stood Elena Langford, glowing beneath the flashes of expensive cameras and media attention, every inch the perfect rich man’s bride. The internet was obsessed already. Business blogs called it the union of the year. Investors called it strategic. The public called it romantic. I called it predictable. A humorless smile tugged briefly at my lips before disappearing just as quickly. Adrian had always been ambitious, but the problem with ambitious men was that they eventually confused greed for intelligence. Marrying Leonard Langford’s daughter was not love. It was business. A move. A transaction wrappe

This is Bridget . ‘Goldsmith,’ Bridget prompted. ‘Right. Bridget Goldsmith, a visitor from America, and my dear friend Clare Markham.’ The four guests nodded and smiled. ‘This is Virginia Ansel,’ he said, indicating a large divaesque woman in a voluminous blue velvet dress. ‘Her friend Anna Holmes.’ He gestured towards a waif-like girl with long but stringy blonde hair who wore a yellow satin and lace creation that did nothing to hide the fact she was painfully thin. ‘And Philip and Celeste Richardson, the Duke and Duchess of Tidmouth.’

’ Pale, soft, and chubby… My mind conjured an image of a freshly baked Chelsea bun. The golf cart turned a bend on the path. A vast expanse of green opened up before us. In the distance were forests and a lake. Closer by stood two men in athletic wear, deep in conversation. The man in the dark blue top and tan trousers was Colin Bridgerton. Beside him, standing a good half-head taller in pristine white sportswear, was a figure of unmatched elegance. He had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete, and when he turned his head, the light carved out a profile so handsome it seemed airbrushed.

In my hesitation, Bridget had time to notice Veronica’s closeness, just as Veronica was reaching out her hand toward the notecard. “Something I can help you with, Veronica?” Bridget asked. She lifted the notecard and held it closer to her chest. She was aware of its presence now, and our attention on it. No way would Veronica be able to get close enough now to whisk it away without notice. Veronica lowered her hand without explanation. “No.” The servant who had taken our drink order returned with Veronica’s merlot and my empty glass. Veronica accepted her red wine and sipped deeply. I turned my empty glass away.

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.