Page 9 of Three Billionaire Grooms and Not the Right Bride

After marrying the three billionaires, Tatiana was going to take the name Skycrest, which means she’s the Skycrest bride; her husbands are Edison, Cristian, and Dayton.

“We’re looking at Mrs. Skycrest right now,” Cristian says.

My brain flutters off for a second before the storm hits every single neuron in my system. I force myself to calm down. It’s okay. They’re playing with me.

“Mr. Dunn, Mr. Harvey, and Mr. Watson, I have no idea why you brought me here to the villa where you should be honeymooning with your bride, Mrs. Skycrest. All I can think of is that it might be a misunderstanding. So I’ll just get my bags and be off. I hope you have a fabulous honeymoon,” I say, trying to back out toward the exit.

That isn’t going to work. Edison, arms folded over his broad chest, is blocking my way. I could just knee him in the balls and make a run for it.

I don’t, because I’ll lose.

“You don’t know why we brought you here?”

“Not in the slightest. It’s totally unnecessary, and I really should get going.”

“This is where we’re supposed to be on honeymoon with our bride. Where we’re supposed to take off her clothes and suck on her nipples until she begs us to fuck her sweet hot pussy and fill her with our come,” Dayton says.

My mouth drops open. I try to close it; it opens further. My ears are so hot; my hair is going to catch fire. I’m not going to think about what Dayton's words did to my own nipples and clit because that should not have happened.

Mrs. Neal explained in passing that once Tatiana fell pregnant here in Italy, she would bring out her pregnancy with her mother in London, without her husbands. It’s a marriage of convenience thing. A rich people's way of doing things. Not my business at all.

“And I’m sure Mrs. Skycrest would love that,” I say painfully.

“Do you?” Edison pushes off the frame and comes toward me. I try to step back until I’m trapped between him and the back of a sofa. “Mrs. Skycrest?” He places his finger under my chin. I see stars with my eyes wide open. He’s going to kiss me. My panties are too soaked already. My knees have turned to jelly.

But he doesn’t kiss me.

“You are Mrs. Skycrest, Hadley. We married you,” Cristian says, and I fall for his voice all over again. Of course they knew.

“Look. You have no idea what happened. Is Tatiana here? Just let me speak to her, please.”

“Why would we have another woman here? You’re our bride and right where you should be.”

Oh boy.

Chapter Eight

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Hadley

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“Okay, look. I can explain. Tatiana had an allergic reaction to something. I don’t know exactly what. But she was in a really bad way, and she didn’t want to look like that on her wedding day. So Mrs. Neal asked me to step in. And fine, she paid me. I needed the money, and yes, I’m ashamed I took it, but as I said, I needed it. All I did was just be a body double.” I don’t even take a minute to breathe before I barrel on ahead.

“That was all. Mrs. Neal said the marriage license was going to be signed here. Then the officiant brought out the license, and look, I may have signed it, but I signed it on behalf of Tatiana. So nothing changed. She is still your bride. Trust me.”

“Firstly, that’s not how it works. You may have signed the contract in a fake name, but you still signed it. Legally, it is you who is our bride,” Cristian says.

Dammit, I knew that. I just wanted it to be untrue. My life was going well for all of two seconds before it fell apart again.

“Now that we have that out of the way, Mrs. Skycrest, please lean against the desk.”

“What? Why? Also, I am not Mrs. Skycrest. Tatiana is. How many times do I have to say that?”

“It changes nothing. Now lean up against the desk, please.”

“Okay, seriously, why?”