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.

started. “Are you thinking what

kiss my nose. “We

a grin splitting across

we both shouted into the empty house, scrambling

and then the pounding

heavily with beads of sweat rolling down his

“What is it?”

his eyes as held himself defensively as if he was searching for

kindly as I pushed

bewilderedly. He dropped his hands out of their defensive posture

threat.

wedding chapel.” I heard

what?” Peter

“We’re cloping!”

is happening.” Peter muttered

not like you’re getting married in a chapel by an Elvis impersonator,” I

lobby of the chapel. “But you’re making me be the witness! I don’t want any

Damon said,

like I was floating on clouds. Excitement and anxiety twirled around in my stomach.

Hildebrand?” the receptionist called

feet. I giggled as I fell forward and Damon caught me, wrapping his hands around my waist

get married?” Damon drawled,

I whispered to him, then leaned forward to pull his

since we’d arrived, but I’d never thought a rum and Coke could

first crush. I took his hand and the two of us headed into the

greeted us as soon as we stepped foot inside the building. He had a ukulele with him and was dressed in the classic

would be, not too tight and easy to breathe and walk in. My

us and I tried my best not to laugh. A quick glance at Damon

on the podium as he stepped behind it, Peter standing

clutched Damon’s hand, sending him

his

to celebrate these two people in the sacred

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

didn’t care.

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in

his

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