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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
87 Chs

A secret lover's call?

"Mom wants us to sleep at our mansion tonight so we can join her for breakfast. So we will be going there instead to my penthouse."

Allie thought they would go separate ways when they returned to the city. She had to organize her things and move into Evan's penthouse. But it seemed like her initial plan wasn't possible now.

"That's fine."

She wrapped the bathrobe around her body and walked past Evan.

It was a quarter to four when they left the island. Dahlia and Elliot were there to send them off, and Dahlia even gave Allie homemade food as a thank-you gift for what she did for them yesterday.

It was a long flight back to the city. Allie was mostly reading a book and working on her laptop. Evan, in another seat, was busy with his laptop too. Rather than a couple who had just spent their honeymoon, they looked like business partners who had gone on a business trip.