The Wedding Crash: Delivered From The Dead

nds ached from hauling lumber, a dull throb that never really left anymore. It was one of three jobs. Trucking by day

million in debt, she'd whispered, her voice tight. She wanted a "fake divorce," to shield me. I'd refused. How could I let her face that alo

the one we moved into after she "lost" the p

jar. I could hear voices. Oli

He even... he's doing that medical study. It sounds dangerous. Is faki

ran col

t him to agree to the divorce so I can marry Julian? Julian wants a proper wedding, a big splash. A

ulian. Her brand dir

ed under my boots as

looked up,

a brilliant smile. "Et

he brought it up agai

. The creditors... they'll leave you alon

"Okay, Olivia. If y

county clerk's office. The divorc

legally. No one will come after you. Once

were true. I mig

lips. "A little seal," she whispered. "And no oth

rn b

Panamera pulled up to t

lian. Sunglasses on, a smirk playing

ned over. I sw

asked, my voice

efore it smoothed over. "Oh, that's Julian. Mr. Thor

our brand director." I didn't go to her fa

ed to mock me. He tapped an impatient finger on th

ust tugged at the sleeve

n... it could be worth millions. Don't you want me to

ing probably cost more

, wrinkling the fabric. "Maybe.

"This is a closed-door strategy s

eans for the initial creative brainstorming, honey. It's

ally

e. It sped off, leaving me in a cloud