Little Bride

ide ran

ha

Mr. Th

on Hotel. The elite of high society shifted uncomfortably in their designe

IP bridal suite, the atmo

ling mirror. He adjusted his diamond cufflinks with mechanica

on the vanity table. Lady Beatrice had fled through the service elevator t

a cold sweat. "Over two hundred international journalists are here. The boar

. The muscles in his

avy doors of the

the solitary groom,"

him was their father, Arthur Thorne-

absolute disappointment. "I see the rumors are true, Ethan. Y

ed. "Don't take it too hard, big brother. If you can't find a g

rew heavy

icked up a silver pocketknife from the vanity table and slowly turne

4th floor next week. It would be a terrible shame if you had an accident before then. The luxury elevato

orated. He turned pale and to

r. His gaze cut like ice. "The CEO seat belongs to me.

erous edge. He checked his watch again. "You have exactly f

doors sl

eded air. His mind calculated every possible m

hotel. He lit a dark Cuban cigar, exhaling a thick cloud

soft whimper

t was the wind. But the sound came ag

n. He marched toward the noise, follow

otstep

iscarded in the dark. She wore a pastel pink gown, but the elegant silk was ruined and stained

len, severely bruised ank

thing intensely fragile about the way she hel

snapping shut echoed sh

ad up, her wide blue eyes locking onto the t

ably. She tried to pull the torn fabric over her bare

Instead, he walked forward until his massive shadow completely consumed her.

vealing a massive diamond ring. Without a word, he

g diamond in utter bewilder

re inches from hers. His voice

ve minutes to find a bride, and you look like you need a miracle. Put on the ring, walk up those stairs, and marry me tonight. In exchange,