Marrying My Rival, Finding Forever

een, my gut twisting. This was our wedding day. I was standing in a tuxedo, in a

he phone, thin and distant. "Liam needs me. He fell

we are getting married in thirty minutes. Our families are h

I'm sorry. Liam is all a

claimed his dog was sick. Last month, she missed our final meeting with the wedding planner because Liam said he was getting threats from o

dangerously calm. "You' re choosi

denly full of accusation. "You' re making me choose. It' s not

he situation until I was the villain

s manager is calling me

say another wor

I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of my phone. A fo

tside the door. I heard my mother's worr

inside m

s scattering across the floor like broken promises. I kicked over a small table, send

d mother stared at me, their fac

on?" my mother cried

the altar, facing the sea of confused faces. I grabbed the micro

e silent church. Gasps rippled through the crowd. "Olivia

st the wilting flowers and the mocking white ribbons. I pushed through the church d

know where I was going. My mind was a blank storm of pain

tment, and dialed a number I knew by heart. A number I calle

nd ring. Her voice was as

the pleasure? Did you finally de

"Chloe Adams. I have

e said, a hint of a

" I said.

rs turning in her brilliant, competitive mind. I counted the seconds. One. Two. Th

ice was completely level, withou

was shocked now.

id. "But on o

t is

age," she said, her voice dropping to