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.”

that supposed to

can’t just badmouth

must be three sheets to the

the women linked arms

the

arms, feeling the

if she was drunk or not. If she was drunk, why was her brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did

male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why

turned slowly, leaning against the railing, looking at

her eyes as if she couldn’t see clearly and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

took a few steps closer, looking at her drunken state: “Tell

these people were just

not true?” Allison blinked, looking at the tall man

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