Forced To Marry The Cold Disabled Billionaire
I did.
A fake one, stretched just enough to please the cameras, not enough to reach my eyes. Without another word, he turned, rolling himself forward.
I followed beside him, each step careful.
Together, we moved past the doors of Valemont Hall.
A couple stepped forward almost immediately after we entered the hall filled with people.
“You must be Liana Dakota,” the lady said. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’re stunning in person.”
“Truly,” the man next to her which I assume was her husband added. “Logan’s a lucky man.”