Page 68 of The Wrong Guy

“That is more of a statement than a question. I have a lot of things I have to do for tomorrow, and this is not helping my to-do list.”

She puts a foot in the door to get it to stay open. “Here’s the thing. I don’t see how someone like you would be marrying someone like Audrina.”

“Not really a question.”

“Are you marrying her for her silence?”

I chuckle. “You come up with the funniest things. If you would excuse me, I have some things I need to take care of.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” I ask.

“Why did you do it?”

I look at the pretty detective in the door and consider her question. “Do what?”

“Transfer all of that money into my account to make me look dirty.”

I shrug. “I don’t recall ever doing that. You must have me mistaken.”

“One more question.”

“I’m swamped,” I inform her.

“Of course you are. The Mafia Prince is about to take on a commoner for a wife for her silence. But the question is, who killed Derek?”

It is a good question, and I don’t think we will ever get the answer to it. Derek’s death hadn’t been much of a shock, but it has been convenient for Audrina to move on.

She doesn’t need money which has still been held up in court. I make enough for the both of us. She also doesn’t need anything from her old life because I would ensure she gets whatever she wants.

“It was ruled a complication.”

She smirked before waving to me as she left. “I’ll be in touch. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

Chapter Forty

Audrina

The woman with the bouncy curls and beautiful makeup in the mirror is not me. It can’t be me. My nails are beautifully done, and my makeup looks incredible. All that is left to do is wear my expensive wedding dress.

Shelly and Britney talked me into a Vera Wang wedding dress that fits me snuggly down my body with a lace overlay. It is elegant, beautiful and something I would never have paid for because of the price tag.

“I don’t know why he’s being such an asshole,” Britney mutters while looking at her phone.

Britney’s been dating someone new for the past couple of weeks who refuses to attend my wedding. I’m wondering if he doesn’t want to come because of who I’m marrying.

“There will be a lot of other men at the wedding,” I reply with my shoulder raised.

My mother is coming into the room and fluttering around to ensure everything is perfect for the day. She looks me over quickly before calling my father in the room.

“Frank! Our daughter is ready,” she calls out.

My father enters the room and starts crying. “My little girl is getting married.”

We decided to have our wedding at one of the golf courses in town that the family owns. I didn’t want to argue about it because I didn’t care much about where the ceremony would occur.

Stavros has been perfect over the past few weeks leading up to the wedding. He’s been making it home for dinner, we have been on dates, and he’s always the sweetest. I hope this is the real him because I’m falling in love with him.

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