The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

Evelyn said, her voice rising, a frantic edge bleeding into her tone. She took a step toward the altar, her silver heels crunching sickeningly over the broken glass. “That is confidential family property. You had no right.”

“I am officiating a sacrament, Evelyn. Not brokering a hostile corporate takeover,” the Pastor replied smoothly, though a muscle continue reading …