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"What are we doing here, Alex?" | whisper, my voice barely coming out, unable to believe what's standing right
in front of me.
A bridal boutique.
A real, shimmering bridal boutique.
My fucking dream boutique where they sale the best and most expensive wedding gowns!
The doors swing open as if they were expecting us.
A woman in a sleek black dress smiles warmly and gestures us inside.
"WelcMr. King, ma'am. We've been expecting you."
Ma'am.
Mrs King is the nbut | have to play nice so | smile.
"Thank you!".
When we step In.... my breath stops!
| stumble forward, my heart slamming into my ribs so hard it hurts.
| turn to Alex, blinking up at him, my mind spinning, almost scared to say the
words out loud.
"Alex, really... what is this?"
He doesn't smile.
He doesn't soften.
He just looks atwith those icy green eyes and says, his voice low and serious,
"To be my wife... you need a dress."He shrugs like it's obvious, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
| can't breathe.
I'm finally going to be his wife!
If I knew this was all it took | would have asked Athena to get pregnant faster!
| should probably reduce on the trouble | cause her at the hospital. She did birtha golden ticket after all.
Tears rush to my eyes, blurring everything aroundinto a dream.
It's happening.
It's finally happening.
All the years.
All the sacrifices.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAll the suffering. Finally worth it.
| clutch my hand to my mouth and nod, too choked up to speak.
The assistant beams and claps her hands together, leadingdeeper inside.
Everything becomes a blur, silks, pearls, diamonds, all forto choose.
They treatlike a queen.
| try on dress after dress, each more beautiful than the last.
But when | find the "one" | know.
A soft mermaid, stitched with tiny crystals that catch the light with every step.
Long sleeves and buttons down the back.
Elegant.
Timeless.
Expensive.
Fit for a Queen | am.
| don't even bother to ask for the price because | know he's got all the money in the world!
| twirl in front of the giant mirror, tears sliding silently down my cheeks.
Mum and Dad will be thrilled.
This is a beautiful surprise!
When | turn to Alex, he's standing there, hands in his pockets, watching me.
| don't even try to hide the way my heart is bursting open.
"Well?" | ask, laughing shakily. "Do I look like a woman about to be Mrs. King-"
His lips twitch.
Not a smile.
Not even close.
But | don't care. Not right now
This is mine.
This moment is mine.
After everything, | deserve this.
I deserve him.
And that face is one he has half the time. Maybe it's his happy face!
"| can see you've found the dress of your dreams," Alex says, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Yes!" | smile excitedly as | walk to the reception.
The assistant beams and smooths down the fabric with tender care as they wrap
it up.
"This gown," she says, almost whispering like its an ancient secret, "is ten million dollars."
| freeze.
Ten...million...?
My mouth dries up instantly.
| spin toward Alex, a breathless
laugh escaping me. He loves meet
much he's buyinga ten million dollar dress?
But | mean, it's Alexander King.
He could sneeze out ten million and not notice.
I'm about to thank him when he gestures lazily at me.
"You can pay for it," he says casually, like he's askingto buy a cup of coffee.
| stare at him.
Blinking once.
Twice.
And then | laugh awkwardly, a high-pitched, desperate laugh.
"Alex, don't joke like that," | say, pressing a trembling hand to my chest.
But his face doesn't change.
Cold.
Detached.
Dead serious.
"I don't tell jokes," he says simply.
He steps closer, his presence like a sudden shadow over me.
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He reaches out and gently moves a strand of hair from my face, his fingers cold
against my burning skin.
"Buying your own dress," he says softly, "doesn't seem like a bad start."
| can't breathe.
| can't breathe.
Panic spikes throughso violently my knees almost buckle.
Buy it?
Me?
Buy a ten-million-dollar dress?
I'm not even worth two million!
Where the hell would I get that kind of money?!
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Alex's smile doesn't reach his eyes.
He tilts his head slightly, studying me.
"Or maybe..." he says, his voice dripping with cruel amusement, "you're broke."
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