My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 10

My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 10

The rest of the wedding, the vows, the toasts, the congratulations, proceeded in perfect order.

The ballroom was filled with an air of true unity and celebration.

It wasn’t until the final formalities concluded and most guests had left that I finally exhaled in the reserved VIP lounge.

Alexander handed me a glass of warm water.

“Tired?” His concern was genuine, measured, never crossing into familiarity.

Our marriage began as a mutually convenient arrangement, but in this moment, his care was real.

“I’m fine,” I shook my head, gazing at the dusky city skyline. “Thank you… for today.”

“It was my duty.” Alexander smiled faintly. “The Wright family promised you something, they never break their word. As for the Jones family and Harrison’s side…”

Before he could finish, the lounge door lightly tapped.

The butler entered. “Sir, Mr. Ford is still outside, insisting on seeing Mrs. Wright.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you wish to see him?”

I looked at my reflection in the glass, the gown I had worn, and shook my head.

“What needed saying has already been said.”

Alexander nodded, instructing the butler, “Tell Mr. Ford that my wife needs rest and cannot receive visitors. If they persist…”

His voice was even. “You know what to do.”

“Yes, sir.”

I knew that with Alexander’s power and influence, Harrison and his entourage could be made to leave, and could be prevented from interfering for the foreseeable future.

This was one of the reasons I chose Alexander.

A fortress of strength, a blade sharp enough to cut all lingering ties.

After changing into comfortable clothes, I stepped into the car arranged by Alexander.

The city lights flowed past as I leaned back, closing my eyes.

There was no euphoric relief, no sadness, only a quiet emptiness, and a faint glimmer of hope for the life ahead.

I knew Harrison wouldn’t let go easily. But this time, I was moving forward.

I had married. I had married someone else.

The car stopped in front of a quiet Wright family villa.

Alexander gestured toward the study. “We’ll talk here.”

The room was spacious, floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto a serene courtyard.

He took two documents from the drawer and placed them under the lamp.

“Premarital agreement addendum, and…” he paused, looking at me, “the official withdrawal notice from Ford Corp this morning.”

I picked up the document.

Black on white, clear and cold: [Effective immediately, all cooperation and funding for Jones Enterprises’ core projects are terminated.]

Interesting.

The Jones family had been counting on the Fords’ investment to survive, yet the Wright family had deftly engineered a full exit.

My family would struggle even more in the coming days.

As for the 300-million?

Already in my account. Completely under my control.

“Efficient,” I said calmly, setting the papers down.

From my handbag, I produced another thin file, sliding it toward him.

“The century-old vineyard in the Swiss Alps, previously transferred to my name by my grandfather. Over the years, you approached me several times through intermediaries to buy it. I never relented.”

“Market evaluation, most recent: 320 million. I’ll sell it to you for 300 million, consider it a favor.”

“No need to register the marriage certificate, spare us the trouble of pretending we didn’t get anything for it.”

“This wedding… merely ensures the Wright family quiets the Jones family, keeps Harrison from bothering me again, and if you ever need explanations for another girl in your life, I’ll spare no effort.”