Runaway Heiress: The Billionaire's Forgotten Bride

rats of it, felt strangely, unn

masterpiece, a whisper of a promise that had taken six months of fittings to perfect. It clung to her waist before cascadi

a beautiful, m

ling the skin beneath the silk. It had nothing to do with the air c

i

ke home, now echoed with a s

en distan

by black coffee and the relentless push of the Asian merger. She was

rent. This was a c

, which used to set her skin on fire, was now light, almost forgetful. He looked through her, his gra

on the penthouse terrace, bathed

ured, pulling her

ed up. "One mi

ittered below them, a galaxy of stolen stars, but

at, devoid of the energy that usually crackled aro

id, hating the small, pleading note in her

ethered to it. He stepped forward and manufactured a smile. It was a perfect imitation of the Liam

ke a benediction. "I'm just stressed. Think about it. By this time tomorrow, you'll be

e felt as hollow as the pit t

ridal suite, Aurora fo

ee in business and art history, and had negotiated her first multi-million-dollar acqui

new Liam

o tear down the entire cathedral of her life, stone by

ingly sweet. Thousands of them lined the grand stairca

from her father, Henry. They were warm from her skin,

ide. This wedding wasn't just a marriage; it was an alliance. The merging of two gr

ed it, too.

e old observatory, and under a ceiling of painted stars, he'd gone down on one knee. He hadn't bee

ra," he'd whispered, his gray eyes clear and

through boardroom battles and hostile takeover at

he become an

the door brok

r face a mask of joyous panic. "Oh my god, Aurora, you look..

xcitement. "Are you nervous? I'm nervous. I think I might throw up. It's like

happiness and felt a sharp pang of envy. She arran

nervous,"

uet from the vanity. "You're about to marry Liam Cross. G

look at me th

so loud, it was a miracle

bouquet of lilies and white roses into

perfect bride. The perfect dress. T

was waiting at the altar. The string quartet began to play the procession

The point o

the girl who threw it all away because of a feelin

th, the scent of lilies floodin

, her voice a smoot

r stomach twisted into a knot so cold and so tight