The Billionaire's Vendetta Bride
an's
ontaneously combus
able truth: my groom was MIA. The altar was empty, my stepmother Victoria appeared to be in the process
and I'd be free to return to my regularly scheduled program of not marrying strangers. But Victoria? Oh, she was livid. Her face had
rious looks at each other as my so-called wedding beca
heel and stompedâout of the chapel to go find Maxwell herself and
e. Alone. Standin
living up to his best statue impression, uncomfortably frozen into a petrified v
d?" I w
s though he'd forgotten I
r is that also a wedding
oman who'd justâdiscovered that her coupon had expired. "Youâare not going to sit," she said
t knowâI signed up for the host
back to my father. "Wh
useless, simplyâshrugged
herâlike she was in a shampoo commercial. "Prescott Flemings don'tâhes
andâa National Geographic docum
spouting under her breath all manner of phrases that definitely so
't quite hit its peak in the chaos
e had
her dumb or brave enough toâshow up here with his arm lit
id dramatically. "It
so hard, I almost
so guilty ever since you saw us
ounted to three. Di
essâwonder, looked awkward. "Kyl
, my armsâcrossed. "I loveâunsolicit
here gives aâshit." She pointed to the groom's family, who indeed ap
my voice. "We're in a church. Couldâyou at
"She's right,
Miss Holier-Than-Thou," she said, crossing her arms. "You'r
said inâa deadpan. "And
rked. "We
friend, intentionally, to avoid marrying MaxwellâPrescott Fleming bec
e son, which means his inheritance isâuncertain. And Mother was
sure shot up. "A choi
rugged. "I got what I
as as if I were looking at an extraterrestrial, just arrived onâearth and learnin
f discomfort, as if he had just become aware that he was a
s probably not going to help atâth
ds turned. A murmur of ga
en I s
es negotiation orâa bar fight - maybe both. He had one of those great presences, the kind that can make people shut u
n
wa
ng atâme like we had