Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

ght from the stained-glass windows fell upon Cassie Rosales, standing at th

contain. It was a smile of triumph. He believed he was moments away

st him, over the sea of New York's elite, an

owland s

. His face was pale, his posture still, as if the c

memory flooded

brutal cold of the Atlantic in winter. And just before she fel

. A life ended by a murder

r girl, you really think you can be the mistress of the

gertips, but she took a slow, deep

as not

as t

nd a side door. Her heart was probably pounding against the silk of

t, shot a subtle, reassuring glance at Alex. A s

leared his throat. His voice b

ake the bride's hand, as you

g victory, ext

arget was

r side, at the empty space reserv

e guests. They watched, con

ing into a smile. The door where

Cassie

glance for Alex's

s, she lifted the hem of her gown and to

. She walked direc

ce. He stared at her back, h

in front of A

icker of surprise, a hint of inquiry,

but the microphone carried it throughou

oom e

ntically. Camera flashes went

purple. He stumbled down the

Are you

er move, her carefully chosen gambit. She would marry the man who held

like an eternity. His gaze flickered to Alex's furiou

y, he rose

thin but with a straig

answer her

d his hand. A simpl

ssie placed her hand i

to grab her, but two of the Rowland family's bod

ed a hand over her mouth, her body trembling with d

k to the altar, to th

ear. "Mr. Peterson, I believe

e Rowland family's butler in the front row. The

tmosphere. Alex was "escorted" from the ch

finger, his thumb brushed against her pa

. Mr. Peterson pronounc

veil. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear,

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