Back With The Billionaire's Heir

I'm le

stand before Denzel, my soon-to-be husband, in my we

t sharper than I intend. I feel pathetic in

business to tend to." Denzel's words come out in a

u're postponing our wedding?"

y pause before a

found

eks. The ache in my chest intensifies and h

him sideways to bring us eye to eye. My face feels hot from anger

that you're so eager to cast me

s somethi

rst time I've witnessed the great Denzel Flynn losing his cool, and it

I d

He approaches me carefully

rn." He doesn't wait for a response and jogs out

e we met. But, in spite of the many preparations an

her. In the past, when people mentioned that he loved his ex more than me,

if he'd ever loved me. Or was I just another dis

air of arms wrap around me. And I instantl

s if I'm an infant as I cry into hi

est. He calms me down. Marcus was outside the door

etting you mad." I snort at his comment. Marcus and Denzel have visible tension be

moment before I remember D

through my cries. The pain is heartbreaking, nothing painful I'

speaks softly. "Will you

on't know what I want anymore since the wedding has been

r right mind. He's the youngest billionaire in Vancouver, someone who de

alculating wordlessly. And t

if the wrong choice of words can lead him to jail. "You h

efully and I stand ther