Wedding day. Noon.
The outdoor lawn of the Grant estate was filled with seated guests. White rose petals drifted through the air in the light breeze.
Liam was hiding behind a massive Roman flower pillar at the edge of the viewing area.
Twenty minutes ago, Ethan's guards had thrown him out of the loading dock like garbage. His expensive suit was smeared with mud. His elbow was scraped raw from the pavement. His hair was plastered to his forehead.
But he hadn't left. Like a glutton for punishment, he'd evaded the outer security and fixed his gaze on the altar covered in white roses.
The wedding march began.
All the guests rose to their feet.
Through the gaps in the flower pillar, Liam saw Ivy.
She was wearing that diamond-encrusted wedding gown, holding Richard Bennett's arm, walking
