WEDDED TO A BILLIONAIRE: Love Behind Closed Door

ahead at Alexander Knight-my husband-to-be. The grand cathedral was brimming with people, faces I didn't know, faces I would probably

step I took felt heavier than the last, not because of the weight of my gown-though it was a masterpiece of ivory sil

designer from a modest family, was About to marry Alexander Knight, the most powerful CEO in the city. The media had painted me as the lucky girl, swept off her

erfectly tousled dark hair giving him an air of untouchable elegance. But it was his eyes-those stormy, icy blue eyes-that made me shiver. T

ersation, every moment leading up to this day. Was this truly what I wanted? I had agreed to this marriage hoping for a better life, for security. My mother, Victoria, had ma

ut cold. He leaned down, and I braced myself for the kiss, knowing it would be nothing more than a performance

ollow, practiced smile. I was Mrs. Sophia Knight

lroom, casting a golden glow on the marble floors. Waiters in crisp uniforms glided between the gues

oked at me since the ceremony, not really. I sipped my champagne, the bubbles dancing on my tongue, but the taste

rolled. It came from behind me, just out of earshot of the other guests. Alexander's fath

e sure she doesn't become a distraction

eavesdrop, but my legs were frozen in place. I pretended to adj

y as calm, but with an edge that made my skin crawl. "T

in my mind. Is that what I

as he took a sip of his drink. "Don't let her get too comfortable. You

weight of the moment pressing down on

t I heard the last part clearly. "I won't

weren't just talking about me; they were talking about my place in

y, yes, but a life where I had no real place, no real power. I was just

gne glass. My heart raced as I excused myself, walking toward the balcony

Alexander than this icy exterior? Or had I just married a man who would s

one thing was certain: this mar

as just