Left standing at the altar, a heartbroken woman makes a split-second decision to marry the first stranger she meets — who turns out to be a billionaire. As their impulsive union grows into something neither expected, she must navigate his world of wealth and the people determined to tear them apart.
I sneer, slowly stand up, and lift the hem of my gown. Who says my groom has to be Felix? I push open the side door of the church and rush out.
Outside stand rows of black suited bodyguards, searching everywhere for In the middle of the crowd, a man in a wheelchair catches my eye. He's dressed in a sharp, groomed suit, radiating an icy, commanding presence. The ceremony is about to begin. Have you found her yet?
Mr. Riley, Miss Walton has fled. His gaze turns razor sharp, like a predator sizing up its prey. pray. I understand in an instant, he's been abandoned at the altar. Just like me. Without hesitation, I lift my gown and stride toward him. Sir, your bride has run away. Then let me
her place. I'll be your bride. The bodyguards immediately block me, their faces wary. The man in the wheelchair slowly turns his head, his gaze landening slat on me, his is green fun on me with overwhelming intensity but i don't flinch i meet his eyes directly