She Ran From Her Own Wedding and Stumbled Into a Mafia Funeral — The Dangerous Boss Smirked and Said: “Perfect. I Needed a Wife!”
Audrey Palmer was twenty-five years old and running barefoot from her own wedding before the white dress could become a cage. Her shoes hit the pavement first. The veil tore loose in the rain. White flowers scattered behind her on the wet street, and Max Gordon’s voice tore across the garden she was already leaving….
