Jilted Bride: Marrying The Disabled Billionaire

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e Devon Maynard to be your

eyes were on me, their gazes a warm, heavy blanket. The light from the crystal ch

or the New York Specters, handsome enough to be on a magazine c

trembling with an emotion so big

enda, dabbing at her eyes with a silk handkerchief. My adoptive father, Lanny, nodded with sat

to Devon. "And do y

it was stretched thin. His eyes f

I felt it. A tremor of wron

mile

for richer or for poorer..." the

ening. His gaze w

shot into his pocket, pulling

e. It was a stark, bone-white

ning into a cold, hard knot. "De

is lips moved, forming

ely

started to spread through the hall, a ti

e a mess of apology and conflict, but un

voice a low, urgent rush. "I hav

The words didn't comp

nal pressure. "She's going to ki

physical blow.

sponse. He let go of my

air where his tuxedo jacket had been. My body

guests, chased by the blinding flash of cameras, he bolted

officiant stood wi

my god, he actually ran!" "Who is Kaelyn Ma

t a theatrical gasp, but I could

assault of light. The reporters, smelling blood, a

like a branding iron. I had become the punchli

ng into my palms. The sharp sting w

did it like this. In front of the world, g

were scorched dry by the fire that rose f

mera. His face was alight with excite

. "Miss Evans, what are your thoughts on your fi

take a clear shot of this. Later I'll buy the copyright, frame it, and hang it on the wall

. The flashbulbs p