Forced to Wed: A Billionaire's Romance
Angela Lynn Carverto my future wifei love my future husbandi've decided to marry youfiance i'm marrying your dad
Sarah
Vincent clasps my hand tightly as we enter the party, filled with men in sharp suits and women wearing expensive cocktail dresses. It's one of those extravagant affairs that screams wealth and status.
I couldn't get away with wearing denim shorts for this event, so I'm wearing a velvet dress that falls above my knees and high heels.
My eyes sparkled with anticipation, but Vincent's grip tightened—a silent command to remain at his side.
"Remember, you're here as my wife and I am well respected in this crowd," Vincent mutters, a sneer warping the corner of his mouth. "Don't embarrass me."