Chapter 57 The Real Wedding

Rafael reached for a glass of wine provided by the bartender. Once again, he spent his evening drinking away his sorrows. It didn't matter. He didn't mind spending the night getting drunk until morning. At least it kept him from flying to Manhattan and kidnapping Cheryl, who was getting married the next morning.

Cheryl, Cheryl Jaqueline Alejandro. His little angel. She would marry Carlos tomorrow, and now he could do nothing but sit here like a madman in a Las Vegas bar.

From the beginning, he should have been aware of his position. He was a Wagner, a man with a dark future who didn't deserve to be with Cheryl. Cheryl Jaqueline Alejandro was the most beautiful woman he had ever met—besides his mother, of course. She deserved a good life, far from danger. But he had made a mistake. Allowing Cheryl into his life after restraining himself for years was a disaster he couldn't easily handle. Rafael fell back into his obsession—with a green-eyed girl who always managed to turn his world ups