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pposed groom exchange vows with another woman. My vision blurred,
as the deafening ring in my ears. This was supposed to be my weddi
parents had sold me off like a commodity, forcing me into this marriage
en, I felt a light tap at my left shoulder and I immediately turned t
aised his sceptical brows at me, w
lips crashed against hi
n shift to us as gasps of s
sh me away. Then, just as suddenly as I'd kissed him, he pulled back, dropping my p
f it all. Whispers filled the air, eyes bore into me from ever
was no reason to stay back and witness
his way toward the car
e cracking slightly. "I'm sor
d with an incredulous look. His g
ed in there?" His voice wa
He had every right to be angry, I had
continued, his gray eyes burning with fury. "How dare you disgrac
ion was already unbearable, but his ha
oat, trying to ignore the murmurs t
't that Liam
uld someone lik
d toward the direction of the murmurs, his frustration evident. Then,
he car,"
to the passenger seat, silence enveloped us. Liam's knuckles went white agai
is pho
screen and putting it
t is
is refusing the surgery. He has locked himself in
htened. "What the hell do
away from your bride, then why should he fig
in my throat. Did
king his head. "
rom his bride too?
e in a moment
want to hear from you unless you're cal
there was no humor in it. "Keep a
only the sound of the
ion aside, he turned to me. "Wher
churn. Go back? To my parents, who h
e flicked toward me before returning to the
d. "Going back
breath. Then, after a long pause, he sai
y a game r
him, confuse
ll triple whatever you're to get from marr
, my pulse quic
"I need a wife, and you need a place to
hless, my m
hat you're thinking. How can a cabman affor
er he'd been so aggressive when I kissed him back at
have a proper introduction, my beautiful b
od ran
am Blac
belief. I knew that name sounded familiar earlier, but I cou
ky breath. "I'm C
rap my head around what had just happened. The whole wedding fiasco, the kiss, and now Liam Blac
f my dress. I had just kissed a man I didn't know, only for him to turn out to be a man of
is voice breaking the silence, but
so much going on in my head. "I don't even know what t
straight ahead, his grip on the wheel tight, his jaw cl
it's obvious you don't want to go back to your parents, and I also don't want to deal with my grandfathe
his words. "A marriage of convenience?" I ask
othing more. I won't force you into anything. I just n
before I could stop it. "Why would you need a wif
"That's none of your bus
despite the whirlwind in my ches
the smallest of smiles. "Good." He said it as though t
t away, and after that, we can g