“If You Can’t Bear My Mistress, We Can Swap Newtons”- So I Married His Worst Rival At the Wedding Chapter 06

“If You Can’t Bear My Mistress, We Can Swap Newtons”- So I Married His Worst Rival At the Wedding Chapter 06

The crack of bone breaking was loud and clear.

Preston screamed like an animal.

Nico De Luca pulled the will out of his hand and looked down at him with a dead smile.

“I hear you pranked my wife yesterday with a ghost pepper handkerchief?”

*Taking your hand for it seems fair.*

He flicked the cigarette onto Preston’s suit and walked toward me with those long legs.

His arm went around my waist like he owned me. The murder in his eyes was gone, replaced by something whiny.

“Eleven on the dot. Not even a second late. Do you always have to threaten me?”

“I didn’t sleep at all last night. Just kept thinking you’d actually find someone else. Then what? I’ve been waiting years for nothing?”

*Nope. You’re making this up to me.*

I hadn’t seen him in a while. He’d learned to pout?

I smirked. “I’m letting you be my husband. Isn’t that enough?”

Nico raised an eyebrow. Grinned. “Damn, that sounds good.”

Preston ignored the pain in his wrist and pointed at me, furious.

*Sloane. Who is he?”

“You heard him. He’s my husband. Today’s groom.”

Preston froze. Then his eyes caught fire.

“You lied about Tessa and ruined the apology. Fine. I’ll deal with that later.”

“But you need to grow up. This is our wedding. Did you seriously hire an actor to piss me off?”

I laughed.

“You know whether I’m lying or not.”

“What kind of wedding is this, Mr. Hale? One wife on display, another woman on the actual license? No thanks.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I didn’t feel like wasting words. Nico clapped on cue.

A few seconds later, every speaker on the wedding grounds was playing Tessa’s voice.

Everything she’d said in the dressing room.

The guests lost their minds. The media ate it up.

“Wait, so Sloane had no idea about them? She’s the one getting cheated on?”

“That woman’s something else. She made this whole show of stepping aside gracefully. It was Preston’s family that didn’t want her. What’s Sloane got to do with any of it?”

“I told you yesterday. She’s a snake. Sloane went out of her way for that girl for years. Tossed million-dollar deals to protect her. And instead of being grateful, she called her a stupid doormat. Gross.”

“Preston’s just as bad. When his family was in trouble, nobody wanted to touch them. Sloane rebuilt his entire company. And this is how he thanks her?”

Tessa’s face turned bright red. She grabbed Preston’s arm, all pathetic.

“Preston, they all look down on me…”

Preston shoved her off.

“Tessa, I told you she could never find out about the license. Why did you open your mouth? And she recorded it.”

“Do you have any idea how bad this is for the Hale name?”

Tessa blinked at him in shock. Her lip wobbled.

“How was I supposed to know she’s this calculating?”

“I was with you first. But I gave up you for your future. Even with the license, I’m still the dirty secret. Preston, my heart hurts so much…”

Preston was still pissed, but he couldn’t go off on her anymore.

He turned to me.

“Sloane. The marriage license thing isn’t what you think. I’ll explain later.”

*Everyone in Ashford knows today is the wedding. You’re smart. Both our stock prices are on the line.*

*Send this guy away. I promise nothing from today leaks. You’re still Mrs. Hale. You get your cut. I’ll even bring you in on the land development.*

*Be reasonable, okay?*

Instead of answering, I stood on my toes and kissed Nico right there in front of everyone.

Nico blinked. Then his hand came up to the back of my head.

A minute later, he pulled back, out of breath, grinning like a villain.

*Babe. I like that reward.*

Preston’s face went black.

*Sloane. That’s the wrong answer. So I’m choosing for you.*

He called over some guards.

*Break that guy’s arms and legs. Throw him off the property.*

*Take Mrs. Hale to rinse her mouth out. We’re having a wedding.*

I watched them walk toward us without flinching. Asked Nico,

*Tell me you didn’t come alone.*

Nico snorted. *I didn’t. But my job today is to be the groom.*

*I know you love the spotlight. No way I’d steal it from you.*

The sky roared.

A dozen helicopters appeared out of nowhere.

Hovering low, crushing everything with pressure.

The wind from the rotors pinned Preston’s guards to the ground.

When everyone could finally open their eyes, they froze.

Hundreds of men in black stood behind me and Nico. At attention.