The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

A bunch of gals were chinwagging for a bit, mostly about handbags, jewelry, and stuff like that; sometimes the conversation. would steer toward Lucian.

“Man, I’m so green with envy for Penelope. From an average Jane, she’s now the center of attention as Lucian’s bride–to-be.”

“Who in Northfield doesn’t know Lucian?”

“I wonder why Penelope is so darn lucky.”

“I’ve heard she got to be with him only because she saved him.”

“Why can’t I be that lucky?”

“Which woman in Northfield doesn’t dream of becoming Mrs. Lucian?”

Just then, they heard a soft chuckle. They all turned their heads to see Allison leaning against the railing. Allison looked up slowly. leaning against the railing, her voice hoarse: “Lucian must be blind as a bat.”

what’s that supposed to

just badmouth people

be three sheets to the

that, the women linked arms and

railing, the only one on the large

arms, feeling the

still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full of the burning sensation of alcohol, and why did her

blind?” A deep male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison,

railing, looking at the man approaching.

through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

steps closer, looking at her drunken state: “Tell me it’s not

preferred to believe that these people were just

not true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man in front of her.

strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned in, looking at Lucian, her