Second Marriage, The Billionaire's Planned Love novel Chapter 133

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Monica’s POV

Saturday mornings were supposed to be peaceful, but here I was trapped in bridal purgatory because Roman Rossi demanded his precious daughter needed my expertise for her wedding gown fitting, I’d already endured the initial selection of that catastrophic creation she believed would make her irresistible to Caleb Thome.

Somehow this delusional mafia princess had convinced herself I was her personal wedding consultant, constantly calling with demands about her fantasy ceremony. The most nauseating part was Roman expecting me to coddle his tasteless spawn while I maintained my cover as Caleb’s loyal associate. My handler’s payments were the only reason I tolerated these two walking disasters.

Money kept me anchored to this charade. Without Roman’s under–the–table compensation, I would have told his ridiculous daughter and her gaudy mother exactly where they could deposit their wedding fantasies. They embodied everything repulsive about nouveau riche crime families – flashy, vulgar, and completely devoid of sophistication.

The exclusive bridal salon felt like a gilded prison as I waited an excessive amount of time for the dynamic duo to honor us with their presence. They believed tardiness demonstrated superiority over the common merchants. When they finally swept through the doors like they owned the entire fashion district, the boutique manager informed us we’d need to wait because punctual clients had secured all available consultants.

Yara erupted like an entitled volcano, shrieking and gesticulating wildly in the middle of the pristine showroom. The manager smoothly offered to process their refund so they could locate another establishment, which immediately silenced her tantrum. The hideous gown was apparently too precious to sacrifice for theatrical outbursts. We were relegated to a cramped waiting area where Yara’s relentless chatter shifted into overdrive.

“This wedding will be absolutely magnificent,” Yara gushed, practically vibrating in her chair with manic energy. “I’ll be the most stunning bride anyone has witnessed, won’t 1. Mother?”

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“Darling, you’ll be positively radiant, Patricia purred, practically glowing with maternal pride over her disaster of an offspring.

“Everything is aligning perfectly, Monica, Caleb can’t escape this arrangement now. Soon I’ll control his operations, inherit his territory, possess everything that defines power.” Yara’s eyes gleamed with mercenary calculation.

“Sweetheart, don’t celebrate until the marriage certificate bears official signatures. You must maintain focus until this entire production reaches completion, I advised with manufactured sweetness, knowing it would agitate her nerves. If I had to endure this circus, I might as well enjoy watching her squirm.

“Are you attempting to jinx my happiness?” Yara’s voice climbed several octaves with indignation.

“Stop using those patronizing diminutives, they’re degrading” I snapped back. Her constant use of pet names made my skin crawl. Tm providing tactical guidance, not superstitious nonsense.

“I don’t require strategy when everything is guaranteed. All I need to do is tighten the collar around my devoted pet’s throat, and Caleb will remain completely under my dominion forever. The comparison to a yapping lapdog was almost too perfect. I actually felt momentary sympathy for Caleb Thorne.

“Listen carefully, Yara. Your position isn’t as secure as you imagine. He demanded genetic testing, postponed the ceremony, can barely tolerate sharing space with you, and you’re not actually carrying his child. Your foundation rests on quicksand,” I pushed harder, observing her face flush with mounting anxiety.

“My strategy is flawless, Monica. Do you honestly believe I’m some kind of amateur?” she demanded, offense saturating every syllable.

I knew she was precisely that kind of amateur, but I wanted to hear her excavate her own grave deeper. “Enlighten me about this masterful plan.”

“Elementary. Following the wedding ceremony, I’ll stage a miscarriage and purchase time to develop the next phase.” She appeared smugly satisfied with her brilliant deception.

“Fascinating approach. But won’t Caleb abandon you the instant he realizes there’s no child binding him?” I inquired with feigned innocence.

“You might have a valid point there. Perhaps I should fake the entire pregnancy and

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secretly acquire an infant to present as ours,” she mused, as if discussing catering options.

“Genetic testing could expose that deception immediately.” I pointed out helpfully.

“Silence, Monica! You’re creating panic for absolutely no reason!” Yara’s shriek could have shattered the boutique’s crystal fixtures.

“Monica, stop tormenting my precious baby, Patricia scolded me like I was domestic staff. “Sweetheart, concentrate on the wedding first, then we’ll address whatever follows.

A consultant mercifully liberated us from the waiting area so Yara could model her catastrophic creation. We followed her into an opulent fitting room where Patricia and I claimed the velvet chairs. Yara vanished behind ivory curtains to transform into her bridal fantasy.

When she emerged, I had to clamp my teeth together until they nearly cracked to prevent hysterical laughter.

The gown violated every principle of decent taste and human dignity. The skirt exploded outward like an architectural nightmare, supported by enough. infrastructure to shelter refugees. Layers of tulle created a geometric silhouette resembling camping equipment more than couture. The strapless bodice disappeared beneath avalanches of ruffles that looked like someone had attacked it with industrial frosting equipment.

Her accessories elevated the disaster to unprecedented heights of horror. A towering tiara added substantial height to her frame, making her resemble a mobile monument. Satin gloves decorated with artificial flowers completed the ensemble, as if tropical resort wear had collided with medieval pageantry.

Yara examined her reflection with the intensity of a master appraising a priceless artwork. The dress was already a crime against fashion, but she had additional modifications planned. The skirt needed more volume. The bodice required additional ruffles. The gloves demanded floral enhancement. The crown wasn’t sufficiently tall for her imperial vision.

I enthusiastically endorsed every terrible suggestion. If Yara wanted to resemble a carnival attraction on her wedding day, I would help her achieve that goal with complete dedication. My hatred for this spoiled brat made sabotage irresistible.

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The emotional crescendo commenced when I glanced at Patricia, whose face had dissolved into streaked mascara and tears. Yara followed her mother’s lead, sobbing with theatrical flair worthy of opera. I couldn’t contain my amusement any longer and fled the fitting room with my hand pressed over my mouth.

Patricia’s voice carried into the hallway: “Poor Monica became so overwhelmed by your beauty that she needed air. She didn’t want us witnessing her tears. Darling, you look like absolute royalty!”

“Oh Mother, I’m completely gorgeous!” Yara walled back, her expression stretched wide with simultaneous weeping and joy.

I reached the reception area and exploded with laughter, doubling over until my ribs ached and tears streamed down my cheeks. The absurdity of those two women. celebrating that fashion catastrophe nearly destroyed my sanity.

A consultant approached cautiously. “Excuse me, your sister and niece are requesting you.”

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