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Secret Wife Of The Billionaire

Chapter 2 Yes, I do

Word Count: 1056    |    Released on: 12/03/2025

ut to marry the president of the most powerful tech company ever created.

nights researching, hoping for a chance to prove myself. But that chance never came-

w everything

uld this marriage finally give me the chance I had been denied

fate. Maybe thi

ly. His dark, silky hair framed his chiseled face, complementing the piercing blue eyes that held an intensity strong eno

s fully aware of his own influence. And then there were his lips-perfectly sculpted, firm yet inviting, the kin

air thick with anticipation as the priest's s

u take Miss Antonia Rossi to

e a blade. "Yes, I do." His words were firm, final, carryin

t. My heart pounded against my ribcage, my

ke Mr. Alessandro Amato to be

own on me, but I forced the words

and before I could fully process what I had

now kiss

. My breath hitched as he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. And then, with

ng, hands reaching out to shake mine, to touch the fabric of my

with well-wishes. Mrs. Antonia Amato. The name felt foreign yet oddly liberating. No longer Miss Ant

wasn't the life I had chosen, but at least it was an escape-a way out

eaving that hell behi

he looked like a man who had just closed the bigge

ion, I could almost hear the unspoken words beneath his

ulated transaction-a deal between my stepfather and Alessandro. In exchange for ful

olden Beatrice. But, true to form, she had done what

plan. The replacement. The o

lations,

g. For a moment, I thought-maybe, just maybe-there was an ounce of sincerity in his words.

as just like you... or

thing I couldn't quite place

My heart clenched. But then, the words that foll

d was that you were never

arms, my breath cat

in her shadow. But I guess..." he paused, pulling away just enough to look me in

ves of his suit, satisfaction radia

e added casually, before turning on his heel

ursed through me. My p

mean? What

could cut through steel. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, dark and unreadable, yet brimming with some

tep he took, the weight of my reality crashed down harder. I didn't

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