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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

Which hands do you want

"That's a bold accusation, little fox," Evan remarked with a slight smile.

"Then how did you know I was drenched in rain yesterday?" Allie's eyes narrowed, finding him suspicious. With all his money, it would be easy for him to ask someone to watch her. But the thought of someone stalking her wasn't nice to think about.

He shrugged innocently. "People have eyes and ears. You are not the only person in your building. Let's just say a friend of mine saw you. Why were you walking in the rain, anyway? Did your car break down? You should have called your darling husband. Maybe I could have helped you."

"I don't think you have friends in my building." Her eyes narrowed. The building where her penthouse was wasn't among the high-end condo towers. "My car didn't break down. I just didn't have an umbrella when I got out of the car."