Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

POV: “Adelaide*

“Yes, I understand. Mmhm. Okay, Bye.”

I sighed as I hung up my phone, throwing it onto the coffee table. I threw myself onto the couch, my head hitting the firm legs of the man beside me.

“Bad news?” Damon asked, with a smile as he reached out to run his fingers gently through my hair attempting to soothe

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“The florist canceled,” I said, leaning into his touch. I curled into his lap, shutting my eyes as I sighed. “Apparently, Corinna’s booked every florist in the city for her wedding day.”

“Of course, Damon rolled his eyes, sighing heavily.

“Our wedding is going to be a disaster,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

“No, it won’t,” Damon argued.

“Oh, really?” I snapped, sitting up as I leaned my weight on my palms. “We don’t have a florist, we don’t have a caterer, we don’t have a decorator and almost fifty guests have canceled including both of our fathers. Safe to say, it’s already ruined”

“So?” Damon chuckled, wrapping his hand around my head as he quickly stole a kiss from me. “All I need is you. Who cares about anyone else? You’re all I’m going to see anyway.”

“Corny,” I deadpanned, despite the blush blooming across my cheeks. Despite the bad news, he had me smiling. He was way too good at this.

“But it’s true.”

He grinned.

I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. “We’re supposed to get married in two days, and nothing is going right.”

“Addie.” Damon started, tilting my chin up so our eyes met, “I only wanted a ceremony to stop the press from gossiping. I don’t care if I marry you in the middle of a hurricane or at the courthouse. As long as I can call you my wife. I’m happy.”

I smiled, leaning forward so our foreheads were touching, and I could see my reflection in his e eyes.

“Same for me,” I admitted. “I don’t care about any of these theatrics. I just want to be married to you already.”

“We should’ve just gotten married at the courthouse,” Damon commented. “That would’ve been easier.”

Both of our eyes lit up at the same time, a lightbulb clicking on in both of our minds as we turned to one another with wide

eyes.

you thinking what I’m thinking?”

my nose. “We need to go right now.”

nodded fervently, a grin splitting

shouted into the empty house, scrambling to our feet in excitement.

upstairs like someone had fallen on the floor and then the pounding of feet rushing above us and down the

at the living room entrance, breathing heavily with beads of sweat

“What is it?”

himself defensively as if he was

drive us,” I said, kindly

out of their defensive posture once he realized there

threat.

wedding chapel.” I heard Damon answer behind me.

Peter exclaimed.

“We’re cloping!”

Peter muttered with a desolate look on his

like you’re getting married in a chapel by an Elvis impersonator,” I

at me and Damon as we waited in the lobby of the chapel. “But you’re making me be the witness! I don’t want any

bad.” Damon

and anxiety twirled around in my stomach. I

and Ms. Hildebrand?” the receptionist called

the rest of my liquid courage, getting to my wobbly feet. I giggled as I fell forward and Damon caught me, wrapping

Damon drawled, smirking down at

to him, then leaned forward

the liquor we’d been drinking since we’d arrived, but I’d never thought a rum and Coke could taste so delicious.

like a schoolgirl with her first crush. I took his hand and the two

a ukulele with him and was dressed

the podium. My mother’s dress was as comfortable as I thought it would be, not too

guns at us and I tried my best not to

on the podium as he stepped behind it, Peter

sending him a

his famous songs on the ukulele and then began the

in the sacred

stared at one another deeply. Peter shifted on his feet anxiously at Damon’s

didn’t care.

be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for richer or poorer, for

do,” was his

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