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.”

supposed

you can’t just badmouth people

three sheets to the

saying that, the women linked arms

leaning against the railing, the only one on the large

out her arms, feeling the sea

drunk, why was her brain still functioning? Why could she 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

deep male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you badmouthing

slowly, leaning against the railing, looking at the man approaching.

fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

a few steps closer, looking at her

these people were

Allison blinked, looking at the tall man in front of her. “What are you

pushed against the man’s chest but couldn’t move him. She leaned against the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She