The Werewolf King Series
Author
Elle Chipp
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5,6M
Chapters
39
Dariusā little sister is getting married, and no expense has been spared for the packās little princess. The husband-to-be is a walking red flag, and the bride is running up a small fortune in wedding bills. Rory was just supposed to be the wedding planner for this crazy affair, so why was her brideās older brother suddenly calling her mate? She wants out, but it would seem fate has other plans.
Age Rating: 18+ (Assault, Attempted Rape, Onscreen Rape, Sexual Assault/Abuse)
Famous Last Words
RORY
Racing around my apartment with my hair still dripping from the shower, I knew I was already running late for this meeting.
Iād overslept, and I probably shouldnāt have tried to squeeze in a workout at the gym. But hey, it was supposed to be my day off. The last thing I expected was a call about a wedding scheduled for next week, asking me to step in.
Next week!
The call had come in just moments ago, and the bride-to-be was insisting I meet her at the venue in half an hour. My first instinct was to say no. A last-minute wedding is no small task.
But then she started talking about the venue, the guest list, and the paycheck. Letās just say, she made it hard for me to refuse.
My business has been growing steadily, but itās not quite where I want it to be yet. And a girlās gotta eat!
So, I had two choices. Either I was getting into a cab with wet hair or without makeup because there was no time for both. Decisions, decisions.
I was still in shock that sheād called me. This was New York City. Thereās no shortage of wedding planners, and it sounded like money was no object for them.
Iād always dreamed of landing a gig like this for my portfolio, but I couldnāt shake the feeling that it was too good to be true. It usually was.
Sure, Iāve dealt with my fair share of bridezillas, and Iāve been told I handle them pretty well. But what was I getting myself into here?
I decided to worry about that later. For now, I needed to squeeze into a skirt and run a comb through my hair.
If I went light on the makeup, maybe I could pull my wet hair into a bun. Thatās professional, right?
I didnāt care. Thatās all I had time for. If they didnāt like it, they shouldāve given me more notice.
Beep, beep.
Crap, the driver was here, and I hadnāt even finished buttoning my blouse. I hopped around on one foot, trying to put on my shoe. I grabbed the rest of my stuff and promised myself Iād never agree to a meeting like this again.
Even if she offered me a million dollars, it wasnāt worth running out into the street half-dressed.
***
Okay, maybe this wedding would be worth the hassle, I thought as we toured the massive estate.
As we drove up the long gravel driveway to the secluded property just outside the city, I wondered why Iād never heard of this venue before.
I thought I knew all the hidden gems, at least within a twenty-mile radius, but this place was something else.
It was fit for a royal wedding. Even a princess wouldnāt find anything to complain about here. The marble floors were immaculate. The natural light was stunning. And the decor! If I wasnāt about to meet my client, I wouldāve gotten lost admiring the art in the entry hall. Luckily, she found me just in time.
Arya was the picture-perfect bride-to-beāfriendly and so naturally beautiful that I found myself staring when she first shook my hand.
With her long blonde hair, big eyes, and elegant demeanor, she rushed up to me with a smile. She looked like a marble statueātoo perfect to be real.
As we got to know each other, I learned that this estate was actually her family home, and her billionaire brother was footing the bill for the wedding.
I made a mental note to ask for an introduction. If I could list this place as a private venue, it could bring in a lot of business.
āLet me introduce you to my fiancĆ©, Mike,ā she said, her face lighting up at the mention of his name. For a moment, I felt a pang of jealousy at the love in her eyes.
It surprised me. Iām usually good at keeping my emotions in check around clients. When you work with couples in love as much as I do, you get used to the sweet nicknames and cute stories.
But there was no denying the love in her eyes. I wished I had someone I loved like that.
The groom, on the other hand, wasā¦ well, letās just say he wasnāt as picture-perfect. His hair looked unwashed, and he was sweating profusely. I also noticed his eyes lingering on my chest a little too long to be accidental.
It saddened me to see a man like that marrying a beautiful, kind woman like Arya, but it wasnāt my place to judge. I was here to give them the perfect wedding, and thatās exactly what I planned to do.
Who cared if the groom was a creep? As long as the bride was happy, I was happy. And my bank account was about to be very happy too. Did that make me a bad person?
āDo you think you can do it?ā Arya asked, her eyes pleading. āI hate to dump this on you last minute, but my original planner, Harriet, had her baby a month early, and your reviews were amazing online.ā
I looked over the list weād discussedāmentally thanking my new websiteābefore answering. I didnāt see anything on her list of requests that seemed impossible.
She was perfectly reasonable with her expectations, and she certainly had the budget to make it all happen.
She needed that big budget, though, considering some of her requestsāa ceiling made of crystal to look like a starry night?
āI think this will be perfect! Leave it with me,ā I said, giving her my most charming smile.
She squealed with joy.
I could see myself enjoying this wedding more than most. I love a good challenge. As long as this Mike guy kept his distance, Iād be counting down the days.
What could possibly go wrong?
