Page 69 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

The fear of what her father might have made her.

The fear of her own complicity in the things he’d done.

She was tired of being afraid.

Ewan had given her new feelings. Bright feelings. Glorious feelings. She wanted to feel them, and with that there was the possibility she could feel bad things.

But she was Jessie. Wholly. And that made it seem worth it.

The drive to the church seemed to go on forever, and when they got there, she was shocked by the sheer number of people milling about. She was ushered through a side door where she would be concealed from everyone, including Ewan.

She was his pregnant bride. She was surprised how unbothered by that people seemed to be.

They had been given a brief overview of the way the ceremony would work, and after they had been there in a side room for a few moments, Maren was ushered out the door to walk down the aisle.

She was walking by herself, the only member of the bridal party, but she was obviously the maid of honor.

The most important person in attendance.

And then the music changed and it was time for her.

Of course, her father wasn’t giving her away. She was giving herself away.

Because she owned herself. She owned her life.

And she was using...

She stepped to the edge of the sanctuary, all the thoughts dissolved in her head.

Because there he was. Standing at the head of the altar in a black suit jacket and a kilt. The dark green-and-blue tartan was perfect, masculine and went with his eyes, and she wondered if it was a family pattern.

It was hard to say with him because he did resent his father, but also against his will seemed to have some thoughts about bloodlines and succession. He was here, after all.

And he was handsome.

His hair curled around the collar of his suit jacket, just perfectly, pushed back off his forehead, and his eyes were stunning.

She just kept her focus on those eyes as she made her way down the aisle.

Her heart felt sore.

And as she got closer, it only felt like it was getting even more sore, as if it was growing, even.

She took his hand in hers when she reached the front of the room; all eyes were on her, she suddenly realized. It was as if this missing piece had locked into place, and everything suddenly became clear.

She could make sense of what she was thinking because she wasn’t thinking.

She was feeling.

And she’d kept wanting to make it all clean and neat.

She’d kept wanting to make it all a con. She wanted to think about who was using whom, and why. She wanted to try and figure out the plan, the aim, the end goal.

And yes, she was using him in some regard to keep her and the baby safe. But mostly, she liked being with him.

Mostly, he was important to her.

Standing in front of him was like standing in front ofStarry Night.

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