The Billionaire's Stolen Bride.

a quiet, elegant affair. A soft lace gown. A simple cerem

l ballroom in the city, wearing a dress she hadn't even picked herself, p

guests whispered excitedly, snapping photos and throwing curious glances

inded herself as she force

cufflinks, barely looking at her. His family had agreed to pay off the debt her father owed in e

r at the altar. His smile was too sharp to be reassuring.

ing her chin. She had promised her father she would g

an speaking, and

gathered here today to

slammed open with a forc

looked like it cost more than Clara's entire wedding. His presence was magnetic, sucking

. She knew that face, e

an W

known for ruthless business deals and a reputa

s he do

guests as Adrian walked

ont of Clara. "What the hell do

him. His eyes stayed on Cla

said, his voice cutting thro

onfused and froz

htened. "You're

d into murmurs. Daniel

apped. "Now. Befor

"Do you really think you can afford a fight with me, Whitmore? You're already drow

bravado

that this wasn't happening, that it was some kind of n

she asked, finally

second, but his words were firm. "Beca

ent dead s

eath caugh

h for the nearest guests to hear. "Your father's debt? I bought it thi

floor had been ripped

t my father's deb

ly condition I have is tha

ords crashed over h

You can't just waltz in here and s

never yours to begin with. And unlike you, I can actual

uquet until the flowers bent. Her m

he whispered, more to

for a fraction of a sec

her, palm steady, eyes

her alone. "Choose me. Or watc

twisted

. She looked at the horrified faces of the guests. Then she lo

r will lose the house, t

is. She didn't even know Adrian Wolfe beyond the ruthless hea

as she slowly placed

rowd

ed, strong and warm,

but Adrian didn't sp

rian murmured to

, anything, but her body moved like it no longer

Adrian ord

he might faint. "Uh... Mr

" Adrian cut in

d hard, glancing at Cl

f anything resembling comfort. "It's just words," he murm

lip so hard sh

she wh

ed his throat nervo

ake Clara Evans to be yo

wer was imme

ok when her turn

bling words and a stolen choice, Cl

the ballroom. Cameras flashed, guests shouted questio

he guided Clara into a sle

d shut, cutting

nly sound in the car was

fury sparking through her s

calm as ever, his da

replied simply. "Y

pounding. "This isn't a m

n't de

othly. "But you're mine now, Clara. And unti

ds clenched

t him, but all she could do was sit the

as supposed to change her life,

eside her didn't look t