My Husband, the Billionaire Killer

ne: Kiss

probably cry at the sight of

other was

f what she felt was exc

d before the officiant. Naomi gripped her bouquet tighter-not t

was

as ma

lace, catching in her throat when the offician

, his hand brushing her

ted in applause, but Naomi barely heard it. It was like the world

e whispered against her lips as they p

rmth. "You make that sound like you

that charming grin

eliev

ngs that made her feel...

Naomi's eyes flickered across th

amily table like he had

. She needed someone to walk her down the

eadable, and still pretendin

gaze slid o

pt

sn't suppose

ve been he

ehind her eyes to settle. You're not al

happy. She would've been the loudes

ze at the memory of one

like the start of your forever

or. Naomi's smile widened-then flickered just slightly w

sn't suppose

ve been he

away. You're not allowed to c

happy. She would've been the loudes

ze at the memory of one

r, not the end of anything else." Her mother's voice echoed

her gaze back to Damien, who was le

now, sh

s on

of champagne, soft laug

t friend-flitting between tables like a

Rachel's chaos from a mile away-heels clicking, eyes

you, Mrs. Everhart. You're glowing lik

I think the man

usting. I love it. But also-you better tex

laughed, "It's

married a billionaire, Naomi.

er waist. Damien leaned in from behind, lips brushi

. "If you keep looking this beautiful, I might sk

ed. Rachel let out

before I need therapy," Rach

. Damien just smirked, cle

d her onto the dance floor, his hand

thinking again," Damie

ased. "Someone's gotta o

ser. "Just don't overthink

much to ask for," she

make it un

a while.

the soft kisses when no one was looking-Naomi felt li

nd never left the small of her back - stead

the side tables near the door

eaching for a small white enve

feeling dizzy and giddy and a little

curious. "No name," he mused, sliding it casu

mi again, tuggin

he had

hadn't pi

ymoon was about to en