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Chapter 13: More Rumors
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Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 14: Guilt
EvangelineAs my eyes open, pain follows. It shoots through my bones and every corner of my head, dulling my mind and ripping a grunt from my throat. The first I notice is the blinding white lights, encased around spotless white walls.I blink, wincing to adjust my eyes to the harshness of the lights. Then panic sets in. Where am I? Why am I here? Questions churn in my mind as my eyes move frantically across the room. Somethingâsomeone moves and it catches my attention.Tall frame, stormy eyes, beautiful face.I blink slowly and squint my eyes at the figure staring at me from across the bedâIâm on a bed. Why am I on a bed?Shit.âAlexander,â the name tumbles out my mouth before I can stop myself.A step brings him closer. âYes, Angel,â he answers, eyes observing me carefully.Slow and steady, every memory starts to unfold. The lobby, the elevator, the blood. He hurt me. Alexander moves forward again, I shift in bed, a small cry lodging in my throat.The room feels too small, like the
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-04-11Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 1: A Night At The Club
EvangelineIâve always been drawn to the unknown, and this night is no exception.Iâm sitting at the bar, slowly sipping probably my third glass of whatever the fuck the barman mixed up for me. I like it, itâs why Iâm on the third glass. Do you know why I like it? Because it makes me so sensitive, so aware of my surroundings. So aware of the man in a black suit staring at me with intrigue from the other end of the bar.Or maybe he isnât staring at me. Maybe itâs me whoâs staring at him.Isnât he the groomâor groom to be?It has to be him. I think I saw his friends dumping a full bottle of whiskey down his throat, screaming about how he should enjoy his last nights of freedom.It has to be him.God forgive me for drooling over someone elseâs husband to be, but this man is beautiful; dangerously handsome. Heâs still sitting, but I can tell he lacks nothing in height too. And his hair, it looks like he just walked out the shower after having the most demanding sex of his life.What am I
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-08Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 2: The Morning After
EvangelineâFuck. . .âI hear the grumble of that word over and over and over. The voice distant, almost soundless like an inaudible echo in my head. I hum and stir, groaning in relief at the softness that wraps around me from beneath.âFuck, What the fuck have I done?â I hear again, louder and firmer this time.A man.A man.Fuck, a man. My breath catches as realization settles in, my pulse quickening to the memories that slams into me. Memories of last night, the bar, the drinking, the kisses, the tongue that had me orgasming many times over, and the cock that railed me throughout the night. Mr. Alexander Creed.I jerk up from the bed, sitting up with a strained grunt. Gosh, my head is hurting so bad. âFuck,â I whisper, the tips of my fingers massaging my temple. I feel his gaze burning into me, almost piercing through my skin. What now. . . I crane my neck to the side and stare back at him with just the same amount of intensity heâs staring me with. His throat moves as he swallo
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-08Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 3: Ease Me
EvangelineThe air in London carries a distinct flavorâcrisp, cold, and faintly redolent of rain. Alexander's car is gently gliding through the streets, but the man Iâm accompanying is looking out the window, his face taut as if his thoughts are eating him alive. Maybe there are. I need to change that though. Itâs after all what Iâm here to doâkeep his mind off things, keep him happy before his wedding in two days.His jaw is tense, clenched so tight I can see the flexing of his teeth, his fingers drumming against his knee, saying much more than actual words could. His head is elsewhere. Heâs thinking about everythingâhis confusion, the wedding, her, them, maybe even me.Perhaps heâs wondering how a harmless night in the club yielded this moment. A woman he doesnât know in his car, traveling with him after sharing a steamy night. It can be overwhelming even for a man like him.I look out the window and my eyes widen, a smile splitting my face. âStop here, Peter!â I exclaim excitedly,
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-08Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 4: The wedding Day
AlexanderItâs my wedding day. . .or supposed to be, and yet, here I am, in my suite, refusing to move a muscle, to dress up and appear in church as the groom. My suit hangs neatly in the closet, untouched, while I sit on the edge of the bed, head in my hands.Itâs her. The girl from the club.Evangeline.I call her angel because she sure as hell looks like one. Soft brown eyes that naturally remain wide, always demanding. Damning. Look into her eyes for a second too long and that is all you think about for the rest of your life.Those eyes are replaying in my mind constantly. They have been replaying in my mind since the day I asked her to leaveâtwo days ago.I didnât mean to.I was afraid, scared of falling too deeply with a woman I just met, scared that she was too good to be true. And then I messed it all up, sent her away without any way of reaching out to her.I shouldnât be thinking about her. I should be thinking about my wedding, about my bride. But I canât, I simply cannot g
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-08Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 5: Pregnant
EvangelineOne simple piece of advice.Ladies, when you go to a club, drink something your body knows and stick to your limits. Trust me, you donât want to wake up months later to a life-altering surprise.I should know.Three months ago, I made the worst decision of my life. I was paid to seduce a man and give him a night heâd never forgetâtwo days before his wedding. His name? Alexander Creed. And until this morning, I thought Iâd left that reckless choice in the past where it belonged. But now, as I stare at the second pink line on the pregnancy test, reality is crashing in.Iâm pregnant. With Alexanderâs child.Fuck me.My chest feels tight as I stand in the cramped bathroom of my best friendâs clinic. My head swims with everything Iâve been ignoring for weeksâthe nausea, the exhaustion, the missed periods. I thought it was stress, maybe hormonal shifts. But no, itâs this. Pregnancy. Baby.Do I want one? No.But here I am, carrying oneâa three month old one.âItâs real,â I murmur,
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-22Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 6: Accusation
EvangelineâIâm pregnant.âOh God, pleaseâĶ pleaseâĶ pleaseâĶHelp me get out of this mess.Alexander's sharp inhale reverberates through the room, his stormy eyes locking onto mine like I just delivered something worse than a death sentence. His body is stiff, his jaw clenching so hard I fear he might snap his teeth. I feel like a cornered animal, like a weak prey at the mercy of her predator with the way his cold eyes pin me in place. Iâve just told him the truth, but the disbelief etched across his face tells me heâd have had a peaceful life without knowing about this, like he wants to tell me my pregnancy has nothing to do with him. âPregnant?â he repeats, each syllable dripping with venom. âWith my child?âI nod, swallowing hard. âYes, Alexander.â My voice trembles despite my attempt to sound steady. âI. . .ââBullshit!â he barks, cutting me off. His sudden outburst sends a shiver down my spine, but I grit my teeth and hold my ground.âYou startled me,â I breathe.Really, Evange
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-22Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 7: Reflections
AlexanderIâm a stupid, stupid man. And my heart is the most stupid part of me. Which is why Iâll swallow my pride and admit that Evangeline is the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.Even after all she did to meâconnived with my wicked witch of an ex-fiance, got me drunk, and got into my bedâI still had to fight my urge to reach for her the moment I saw her today.With those beautiful, playful eyes and that feisty tongue.And the thought that she could be growing my child. Fuck. It does things to me, makes me remember the best night Iâve ever had.That said, I cannot allow myself to fall for that vile woman ever again. She used me, lied to me, made a mess of my name, disappeared for months only to reappear with a pregnancy. That is a level of deceit Iâll never fall for.This is done.Evangeline and I are done. We were the moment Chanel threw pictures of us, entangled in bed at me.The echo of her footsteps still lingers in the room long after she stormed out. The door slams shut, th
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Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 14: Guilt
EvangelineAs my eyes open, pain follows. It shoots through my bones and every corner of my head, dulling my mind and ripping a grunt from my throat. The first I notice is the blinding white lights, encased around spotless white walls.I blink, wincing to adjust my eyes to the harshness of the lights. Then panic sets in. Where am I? Why am I here? Questions churn in my mind as my eyes move frantically across the room. Somethingâsomeone moves and it catches my attention.Tall frame, stormy eyes, beautiful face.I blink slowly and squint my eyes at the figure staring at me from across the bedâIâm on a bed. Why am I on a bed?Shit.âAlexander,â the name tumbles out my mouth before I can stop myself.A step brings him closer. âYes, Angel,â he answers, eyes observing me carefully.Slow and steady, every memory starts to unfold. The lobby, the elevator, the blood. He hurt me. Alexander moves forward again, I shift in bed, a small cry lodging in my throat.The room feels too small, like the
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 13: More Rumors
Evangeline has been sleeping for hours. As much as it bothers me to watch her lie still for so many hours, Iâm ecstatic to know sheâs out of danger and herâĶ our child is safe too.Itâd have killed me if anything had happened to this baby sheâs carrying. Not because of me, not because this pregnancy serves my selfish desiresâno. Knowing Evangelineâthe vibrant, outgoing, fun, exploring young woman she is, I can only imagine the mental pain she endured before deciding to keep a pregnancy, to keep Alexander Creedâs child giving our ugly history.I donât want her to hate me for taking away this one thing keeping her grounded.The tip of my fingers trail small shapes on the back of her palm as I carefully watch her fluttering lashes.Beautiful.Absolutely gorgeous.My phone buzzes for the millionth time. And as I had done the other times, I reject the call without bothering to confirm the name plastered over the screen and focus on now, on my woman. My Angel.I sit back and watch her for m
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 12: Strike One
AlexanderAt this moment, the contract and the rules of this arrangement is the last thing on my mind. I am angry, infuriated, irritated, but mostly at myself.I loathe myself for feeling something so deep for Evangeline that when the private investigator informed me of her whereabouts this afternoon, when I saw her come down from that fancy car, jealousy sank its claws into me.All I see is red.Especially as her hand thunders a slap on my face. Evangeline slapped me for another man. That is the only thought I can conjure in this moment. Fuck me. Fuck her. Fuck everyone.Before I can stop myself, my hand bands around her wrist and I haul her with me as the elevator doors slide open. She stumbles, I donât give her a chance to regain her footing. I drag her in, slamming the button to close the doors behind us. The metallic thud reverberates through my chest, matching the pulse roaring in my ears.I shove Evangeline against the cold elevator wall and brace my hands on either side of he
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 11: The Visit II
EvangelineItâs been minutes and it has been silent. The silence echoes so loudly in my mind that I can hear my own thoughts, I can hear my fear gloating that itâs winning.Itâs not a lie. My fear is winning. My skin is shivering, heart pounding so roughly, the kind of roughness I never knew existed.I almost speak first, break the silence, then my dad bursts out laughing and I have no choice but to bite down on my tongue. âGood one, Evie.â He chuckles amusingly. âYou almost had me there.ââIâm serious,â I say quietly.Momâs hand flies to her chest. âWait, what? To whom? When? Why didnât you tell us you had a boyfriend sooner?ââOne question at a time, mom.â I murmur. âEvangeline!â âMom, you startled me.â Heaving out a breath, dad asks, âwhen is the wedding?ââSoon, dad,â I answer on a clipped tone. âHow soon?â He quizzes, his voice getting more serious.I huff out a breath, drag a hand through my hair, and answer. âTwo weeksâĶ the wedding is in two weeks.âTheir expressions shift
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 10: The Visit
EvangelineThe familiar gates of my parentsâ estate swing open and the cab glides through the long driveway. I stare out the window, watching the sprawling mansion I grew up in with a smile. It's the kind of house that screams old moneyâall white columns, endless windows, and perfectly manicured lawns. The car barely comes to a stop before Iâm out, inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass mixed with faint traces of jasmine from my motherâs beloved garden.The front door flies open, and my mom and dad step out, their faces split with smiles. My dad stands tall in his usual casual attire, his hair messy from his addiction to running his hand through it while on business calls, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.âWell, if it isnât my runaway artist,â he says with an excited laugh. âYou smell like paint, Evie. Are you planning on redecorating the estate too?â I groan, rolling my eyes as I walk up to them. âIâve been working on new pieces at the gallery, thank you very much.ââYo
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 9: The contract
EvangelineMemories, memories, memoriesâĶThis manâAlexander Creedâthoughts of him invade me, leaving me breathless even as Iâm seated with him and his lawyer in his office. Keeping my eyes away from him is a hassle, and steering my thoughts from the things those hands, lips and body did to me three months ago is a bigger struggle.Stormy grey eyes meet mine from behind that desk that makes him appear like royalty and I recoil in my seat. Beautiful man.But I wonât let him treat me as he pleases simply because heâs beautiful and knows how to fuck. Hell no. Iâm not a pushover.Three months ago was a mistakeâIâm a twenty three year old who likes to explore. And I will not be punished for it; not by Xander, not by the public, and definitely not by my conscience.âFor someone who detests me, Xander, you seem to enjoy my company a lot,â I start, my voice dripping with sarcasm. âWerenât you in my apartment just yesterday, so what am I doing in your office today?âHe regards me for a moment,
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 8: The Deal
AlexanderIâve never truly known what it means to be happy, not while I was a child, not while I was a teenager, and definitely not right now that Iâve become an adult. It has always been a foreign concept to me. But as seconds turned into minutes, and into hours, and into days, the lingering thoughtâpossibility that I might become a father in months has left drops of happiness in my bloodstream.Am I still adamant that the child doesnât belong to me? Yes. However, a part of me knows that child is mine, and that part is happy about it, especially about the woman whoâs carrying that child.Itâs the reason seven days later, I put a call across to Carter and gave him my consent to draft a marriage contract between Evangeline and me. I hope this doesnât come back to bite me. Because right now, Iâm slowing my car to a stop outside the building where my private investigator said Evangeline lives. Itâs decent, no, expensive. The place is upscale with modern architecture, glass balconiesâĶ
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 7: Reflections
AlexanderIâm a stupid, stupid man. And my heart is the most stupid part of me. Which is why Iâll swallow my pride and admit that Evangeline is the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.Even after all she did to meâconnived with my wicked witch of an ex-fiance, got me drunk, and got into my bedâI still had to fight my urge to reach for her the moment I saw her today.With those beautiful, playful eyes and that feisty tongue.And the thought that she could be growing my child. Fuck. It does things to me, makes me remember the best night Iâve ever had.That said, I cannot allow myself to fall for that vile woman ever again. She used me, lied to me, made a mess of my name, disappeared for months only to reappear with a pregnancy. That is a level of deceit Iâll never fall for.This is done.Evangeline and I are done. We were the moment Chanel threw pictures of us, entangled in bed at me.The echo of her footsteps still lingers in the room long after she stormed out. The door slams shut, th
Two Days Before The Wedding   Chapter 6: Accusation
EvangelineâIâm pregnant.âOh God, pleaseâĶ pleaseâĶ pleaseâĶHelp me get out of this mess.Alexander's sharp inhale reverberates through the room, his stormy eyes locking onto mine like I just delivered something worse than a death sentence. His body is stiff, his jaw clenching so hard I fear he might snap his teeth. I feel like a cornered animal, like a weak prey at the mercy of her predator with the way his cold eyes pin me in place. Iâve just told him the truth, but the disbelief etched across his face tells me heâd have had a peaceful life without knowing about this, like he wants to tell me my pregnancy has nothing to do with him. âPregnant?â he repeats, each syllable dripping with venom. âWith my child?âI nod, swallowing hard. âYes, Alexander.â My voice trembles despite my attempt to sound steady. âI. . .ââBullshit!â he barks, cutting me off. His sudden outburst sends a shiver down my spine, but I grit my teeth and hold my ground.âYou startled me,â I breathe.Really, Evange
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