Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire

y Hall was biting, cutting through the thin fabric of her vintage dress, but her chest felt warm, tight with a nervous sort of joy. She l

it was the only way to get close enough to reclaim what was hers befo

nd seeking the solid wa

rd fli

She froze, her hand hovering in the empty space between them. She looked up at his face. His jaw was set h

e sounding thin in the open ai

es tore through

g open before the engine even settled. Victoria Sterling stepped out. She was immaculate in a charcoal Chanel suit that

edge Harper's existence. She walked straight to her son

aught it r

e bold, sans-serif text read: Luna Fam

finally turned her head, her gaze sliding over Harper like she was inspecting a stain on a

her lightheaded. "Victoria, we... we love each other," she stammered

the second page. "Your sister, Eden, just secured one hu

followed was he

looked at his mother. The tension in his shoulders evaporated, replaced by a cold resolve. He reache

rper's hover

is voice steady. "We need

ed, barely catching herself. The humiliation hit her in a wave of heat. People

bonds, dear," Victoria said, stepping clo

enough to break the skin. She looked at Bradford, waiting. Waiting for him to laugh

his phone. He checke

h the soles of Harper's shoes. A Ferrari, red and obnoxious

the driver's seat. She lowered her sung

" Eden ca

tered into a beaming, welcoming smile. She wal

e spot. She felt like a prop in

. A white lace dress, shorter and more modern than Harper's

d looped her arm through Bradford's-the sam

this time. He stood tal

. She had bitten the

Harper standing there. "Sister," she said, her voice dripping with

to Victoria. The triangle was complete.