Double Prohibition for a Billionaire

“Dad, wait—I’ll be there soon,”— that’s what I decide to write on a gift cake to announce my pregnancy to Mark, the famous race car driver. The man I’ve been in love with for a long time, and whom I saved.

— Sorry, but I don’t know you— says my beloved man, looking me in the eyes when I show up to see him myself.

— Mark, it’s me, Caro!— I grab his shoulders and shake him.

— Caro, I’m not Mark— Mark carefully takes my hands off his shoulders— I’m Martin. And this is the first time I’ve seen you. I’m sorry again, but I have to go. I have a wedding today.

I stare, confused, at the motorcade lined up along the three-meter fence. How didn’t I notice that it was a wedding?

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The continuation is in the book “Three Angels for a Billionaire. Wedding Motorcade.”