Marcel’s POV
“Hell no, no f*****g way,” I said and walked away from the altar.
“Beckham!! Marcel!! Mr Henderson!!” I heard my name being called by different people but refused to stop.
“What is wrong with you?” Father asked as he grabbed my hand.
“I can’t accept this marriage. We have been f*****g deceived. Karisa isn’t the one at the altar; it is someone else.” I glared at Inaya with anger and disgust.
“Mr Valentino, what is going on?” Father asked Mr Valentino.
“Excuse me,” I got into my car and drove back home at the highest speed beating every traffic light.
When I got home, I stayed in the car for a few hours thinking of why the brides were switched before I came down. I stayed back to control my emotions, I didn’t want to break down in front of Grandma or my Akira.
“Marc
