My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 14

My Groom Swapped Brides at the Altar So I Swapped Grooms in the Parking Lot Chapter 14

Her family sold her to a monster. She made them pay for it.

Marshall Trading Group.

“You little punk. So you’re not actually…” The old man looked as if he might tear up with joy. “Thank God.

Finally. Finally you’ve come to your senses.”

He looked Sloane over and nodded approvingly again and again.

Delia’s face went white as paper.

She had handed a top-tier business dynasty heir to Sloane.

With her own hands.

Brandon’s brain short-circuited.

He could not believe it.

He had used a lace veil to push the woman he loved straight into another man’s arms.

And that man, with his arm draped over Sloane’s shoulder, was looking at him like he was a clown on a

stage.

There was nothing he could do about it.

“Mr. Astor,” Nathaniel said flatly. “You’ve seen the marriage certificate. You’ve said your piece. Now if

you’ll excuse us, my wife needs to go home and eat her uncle’s apple pie.”

He looked down at Sloane, the corner of his mouth curving.

“His signature recipe.”

Sloane’s eyes stung.

She had gotten into this with Nathaniel purely because he was hot.

He liked her looks.

She liked his abs.

But he remembered her uncle’s cooking.

He cared about her people.

Brandon, after all these years, could not even stand sitting down at her uncle’s table for five minutes.

“Let’s go,” she said, lacing her fingers through his. “Go home.”

Something snapped in Brandon.

He lunged after them.

Sloane!”

He caught up to her in the hallway outside the ballroom.

“Let me explain.” His voice was hoarse, and he reached for her wrist.

Nathaniel stepped forward.

Sloane pressed a hand to his arm, stopping him.

“Let him talk.”