The Altar and the Mistress

Summary

The vows were on our lips when the doors to the chapel burst open. My groom, Lucian Vance, head of a weapons empire, was about to become a husband.

And, it seemed, a father.

He stiffened, then immediately released my hands and grabbed his jacket, ready to bolt.

“Arabella, she’s in trouble. I have to go,” he said, his voice urgent, his eyes devoid of a single shred of guilt for the woman he was about to leave at the altar.

A hush fell over the cathedral. Every guest, every powerful figure from the city’s underworld, turned to stare.