Kylian's POV
It was hard to believe the day had finally arrived. I had played my cards correctly and got Yvonne right where I needed her to be—prepping to be my wife. It had been dicey there for a week or two when I wasn’t sure I could repair the damage, but now here we were. We were going to be married in front of two hundred people and get me one step closer to having what I wanted.
I loved the idea of the marriage essentially tying her to me. She wouldn’t be able to run to Kieran. If she did, it wouldn’t matter. She could have the younger, lesser brother who wouldn’t hold the family inheritance.
The car dropped me and my best man, Desmond, off at the entrance to the east wing. Yvonne had the rooms on the opposite end of the monstrous mansion. I had opted to stay home last night, not
