“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

Melody anchored the communications hub, barking timing updates and camera angles to the AV booth downstairs.

“Jason needs to address the room,” Melody said, glancing at the monitor. “They’re getting restless.”

Jason kissed my forehead, turned on his heel, and strode out of the suite. A minute later, his voice echoed from the phone speakers, pouring into continue reading …