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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
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87 Chs

Taking advantage of each other

"Do you already have a dress for your party? If you don't, I can refer you to my designer. She has many RTW designs you'll surely love!" Esme chimed from the other end of the line. Allie had just arrived at Evan's penthouse when her mother-in-law called.

"Thanks for the offer, but I already have a dress, mother." She didn't actually have one, but she didn't want a reason to meet Esme. In fact, she didn't want to meet the madame unless absolutely necessary. "I've mentioned before that my friend, Chloe, is a designer. She will take care of it."

"Oh, that's nice. I'll let you be, then. Anyway, how are things going between you and Evan?" She sounded hopeful, and Allie knew Esme was waiting for big news about her bearing a child even when she didn't explicitly ask about it.

"We're doing well. Even though we have been busy with Lotus Tech's upcoming software launch, we always make time for each other." Allie made sure she sounded sweet.