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I Ruined Mr. Tyrant's Wedding

"What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Mori?" "I told you, I want a bride. You took my bride, you bring me another one." She snickered. "You want me to become a matchmaker?" "No, sweetheart," he stood from his seat and leaned forward. Both his hands were flat on the desk as he crouched and peered down at Allie's piercing eyes. Evan stared at her green eyes darkly. They were so alive like a lovely summer forest, yet at the same time they were unnervingly cold and fearless. He didn't like her defiance. "You will take her place. You will be my bride." [WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL BILLIONAIRE LOVE STORY. THIS MAY CONTAIN DARK THEMES!]

macy_mori · Urban
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87 Chs

A messy night

Allie turned her head and saw Ron Jensen, who didn't appear to be in a good mood.

"Can you please tell me where my wife is, Allie?"

"Hey, Ron. Nice to see you again, man."

Ron returned Ryle's greeting, and a glint of confusion registered on his face when he realized it was Ryle Mori sitting beside Allie.

"Let's just catch up later, Ryle. I need to go see my wife now."

Allie pointed in the direction where Chloe had gone earlier, to the dance floor.

"She's dancing."

Ron's lips pursed, and he shook his head. He was soon on the dance floor, making his way through the crowd in the dim lights. It wasn't long before he spotted Chloe dancing. She wasn't exactly dancing with men, but there were men eyeing her.