Yvonne's POV
Kylian was serious about the wedding happening fast. He had booked a venue and hired a wedding planner already. I guessed I thought he was only half serious about making things happen in a hurry. Boy, had I been wrong. I checked my watch and saw it was almost ten. I felt a little guilty for skipping work and taking my right-hand woman with me, but it had to be done. I had scheduled an appointment at a dress shop, after practically having to pull teeth to get the thing and there was no way I was going to risk being late.“I’m on my way,” I answered when Cynthia called. “I’m here already and there are paparazzi all over.” “What? How? Why?” I asked dumbfounded by the news.“I have no idea. The dress shop is thrilled. They are quite literally rolling out the red carpet for you. I’m drinking a mimosa,” she hissed into the phone.I laughed. “Great, they’re going to try and get me drunk so I’ll spend a ton of money.”“Your fiancé can afford it. Now, huYvonne's POV“Hello?” she asked.I blinked, completely lost in my own world. “What?”“Do you want to pick the bridesmaid dress while we’re here?” she asked.I nodded. “Yes. We need to get as much done as possible. We’ll have to get something off the rack to ensure it will be ready in time.”It wasn’t long before Donna returned with a woman who had a measuring tape around her neck. She ordered me to stand still while she measured and pulled the dress.“We’d like to see some bridesmaid dresses while we’re here,” I announced.Donna’s eyes lit up. “Absolutely! What style?”Cynthia looked at me. “I like that. Is it inappropriate for my dress to be the same style?” she asked.Donna shook her head. “Not at all. It will be perfect. What color are you looking for?”I looked at Cynthia, a grimace on my face. “Uh, I don’t know. What do you think?” I asked her.She looked thoughtful. “Blue? Black? Beige?”“You’ll want to start with the weddin
Kylian's POVI wasn’t the typical groom and I knew it. The wedding was six weeks away and I wished it were tomorrow. The sooner I made her my wife, the sooner we could get started on the heir. Hell, maybe by some chance she was already pregnant. That would be perfect! I could practically feel the win in the air. I was going to beat Kieran to the finish line. I was finally going to officially inherit my family’s estate, like I should have from the very beginning.I was dreading the evening, but knew it had to be done. I had to get the family thing over with. I wanted my mom to be a part of everything and didn’t even mind my other brothers, but I knew Kieran would be at dinner tonight. Seeing Kieran and Yvonne together was not something I was looking forward to. I would keep my eye on things. The first sign of any funny business and I was going to lose my shit. I would not give Kieran a second chance to ruin what I was trying to do.I waited in the car in front of Yvonne’s flagship stor
Kylian's POVShe shrugged. “I’m not used to big family gatherings.”I nodded, reading the expression on her face and wondered if she was lying. I glanced over at Kieran and caught him watching us. I narrowed my gaze at him, silently telling him to back off. I felt like I was sitting and eating dinner with the enemy. Yvonne was trying like hell to pretend Kieran wasn’t there, which was odd. If they were friends, why wouldn’t she at least acknowledge him. It made me think they were trying to hide something. She thought she was fooling me by not talking to him at all.Midway through dinner, I heard a vibrating noise and realized it was coming from Yvonne’s purse under the table.“You didn’t silence your phone?” I hissed.“Sorry, I forgot it was on,” she said, her face turning red as all conversation stopped.She reached for her purse, pulled out the phone, and looked at the screen.“What is it?” I asked.“I have to take this,” she said, excusing herself and leaving the room. My eyes imme
Yvonne's POVNow that the day had arrived, I was feeling the nerves. I was getting married to the handsomest man in the world. It wasn’t exactly the fairy tale little girls dreamed of, but it was my fairy tale. It wasn’t perfect. I wouldn’t want it to be. I liked the idea of having to work to make something great. Our relationship had started off on the wrong foot, but it had evolved into where we are today.I looked up at the high ceiling of the rented bedroom I was sleeping in. Kylian had rented the mansion, where the wedding would be held, for me and Cynthia to stay in the night before the wedding. The rehearsal dinner had been held in the formal dining room of the place last night. Everything had been so lovely. His family had welcomed me with open arms, something I hadn’t truly been expecting.I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, pushing the button to turn on the screen and saw a text message from Kylian.Happy wedding day.I smiled as I read it. It was simple
Kylian's POVIt was hard to believe the day had finally arrived. I had played my cards correctly and got Yvonne right where I needed her to be—prepping to be my wife. It had been dicey there for a week or two when I wasn’t sure I could repair the damage, but now here we were. We were going to be married in front of two hundred people and get me one step closer to having what I wanted.I loved the idea of the marriage essentially tying her to me. She wouldn’t be able to run to Kieran. If she did, it wouldn’t matter. She could have the younger, lesser brother who wouldn’t hold the family inheritance.The car dropped me and my best man, Desmond, off at the entrance to the east wing. Yvonne had the rooms on the opposite end of the monstrous mansion. I had opted to stay home last night, not trusting myself to be in the same house as her. I was horny as hell and this little agreement not to have sex until the wedding was making me crazy. That little paranoid part of me kept telling me her s
Kylian's POVHe was staring at me. “You can say you don’t have feelings for her, but I know you do. You don’t want to hurt her.”“Of course, I don’t, but if she’s doing something behind my back to hurt me financially or personally, I can’t worry about whether or not she gets hurt. She put herself in the position, not me. When she chose to collude with my brother, she decided I didn’t matter.”“I don’t want to piss you off, especially on your wedding day, but you have to consider the alternative,” he said.“What alternative?”“She could be exactly who she says she is. Your brother has told you he isn’t interested in stealing your birthright, and she’s told you she isn’t talking to Kieran. Don’t you think you owe it to yourself to at least listen to what they are saying?”I scowled at him. “I owe it to myself not to get taken for a fool.” “That’s your pride talking. You’re going to ruin this relationship if youlet that giant ego of yours get in the way. Listen to reason. You sound like
Yvonne's POV“I feel like a queen or a princess,” I said in awe as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.“This is your special day. I don’t care what circumstances brought you to this point, but it is special and I’m so glad I get to be a part of it. You are going to remember this day for the rest of your life,” Cynthia said, handing me a tissue to dab away the tears threatening to fall down my face.“Thank you. I can’t believe it’s actually happening. When he first proposed the deal, I was expecting some simple ceremony in front of a judge with only the two of us present. When he started talking about an actual wedding, I’ll admit, it all felt too fairy tale like for me to believe. It has been a whirlwind.”She laughed. “You planned a wedding in six weeks that would take normal people at least a year to do.”“I didn’t do this. I have to give credit to that wedding planner. She’s a little overbearing, but she makes things happen.”Cynthia nodded. “Yes she does, and speaking of the
Yvonne's POVKylian took the order very seriously and passionately kissed me in front of everyone. When we turned to face the crowd, I could feel a blush staining my cheeks. It was a combination of embarrassment and desire set aflame by my husband. My husband. I couldn’t believe he was my husband. I wanted to do a happy dance and squeal with excitement.“Walk ahead of me,” he whispered in my ear.I giggled, knowing exactly what he was asking. I took a few steps in front of him, giving him the view he was after, before he joined me and held my hand as we walked down the aisle together as husband and wife. I was beyond happy. I couldn’t stop smiling. My face hurt from smiling so much and so big. Everything felt so right.“In here,” he whispered, pulling me into a quiet sitting room.We were given fifteen minutes alone to talk and just get our bearings before we had to go into the reception. I walked in and set down my bouquet on the table. It was a surreal moment to realize I was a marr