Chapter 427- Not Paying Money
Aniya was sauntering down the grand corridor; her gown was rustling softly against the polished floor.
Her mind was still trying to absorb whatever was happening to her. She wasn’t ready for this marriage and if Valerie and Alaric were getting success in selling her off to a rich man. Then she would wait patiently and run away after the vows or after spending the night with him.
If her adoptive parents thought, she was a weakling then they were wrong.
Halfway there, she felt a presence beside her.
"You look beautiful," Came a male voice.
Dorian Maxwell.
Was he following me?
Her groom was walking beside her casually. His gaze slid over her gown and lingered on the curves of her body which was enough to make her skin crawl.
The jerk is checking me out.
She said nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line as she didn’t acknowledge his presence.
"You are beautiful," his tone was laced with mocked admiration, "Your parents must have told you that my wife should be obedient to me," he whispered, "I don’t like bold girls. Your parents assured me that you’re a package."