Billionaire Heiress
Maeve looked away in anger and then I remembered something important.
“Speaking of you,” I said, pointing at her, “we’re going to the hospital right now.”
Maeve frowned. “Why?”
“To check if you’re still a virgin,” I announced, ignoring the shocked gasp from her and Hudson. “I’m marrying you off to Mr. Smith. He’s a billionaire, and he only marries virgins.”
“Gianna, stop this madness!” Robert exclaimed, his face reddening in anger.
I faced him cutting him off with a wave of my hand.