I Left My Billionaire Groom At The Altar &Married His Enemy
So, Mrs. Knight,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “do we have a deal?”
I stared at his hand. Then at his face. Then at the empty shot glasses.
I slapped my palm into his.
“It’s not Mrs. Knight anymore,” I said, squeezing hard. “And you, Mr. Arrogant, just hired the most vindictive assistant you’ll ever have.”
His fingers tightened around mine, warm and strong and promising all kinds of chaos.
“Welcome to the dark side, Isabella.”
Behind us, Kayla whispered to herself and few people in the coffee shop, “Y’all, I’m literally witnessing the start of a mafia romance…”
Lucian’s eyes never left mine.
Something electric and dangerous crackled between us.
And in that moment, drunk off tequila and vengeance, I signed my soul with the Devil.
I said no to Alexander Knight at the altar.
Then I said yes to Lucian Voss in the rain, still wearing my wedding dress... Because my fiancee betrayed me twenty minutes before we tied the knots.
With Lucian, it was a fake relationship stringed with mind-blowing nights.
Until I found out the man warming my bed is the “dead” heir Alexander tried to kill,
and the baby I’m carrying could destroy them both.