Alex POV The VIP chamber boomed with echoes of laughter, energy and music from the bar downstairs. I drummed my fingers impatiently on my lap as I stared at the exit door of the chamber awaiting the arrival of Catherine. A glass of barley whiskey with a white paper written boldly on it, Marriage Certificate, rested on the table beside me but I wasn't in the mood to drink. I wasn't one who condoled lateness. I hated it more than anything. Catherine was supposed to be here before me waiting for me but now it's the other way round. “ Where the hell is she?”I glared coldly at Peter, my bodyguard who had no clue. “ Sir, I'll go get her,” he replied, still not knowing what to do. He quickly exited the club and almost immediately as he existed did the door swing open with a loud crash. My attention quickly shifted to the door, “ what kept-” instead of Catherine, a drunk woman in a white wedding dress stumbled into the room. Her long, blonde hair roughly playing on her face, her ey
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