Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: 428- Don’t Ki*ll Me

"Uh huh!" Lisa started approaching the man who was wearing a suit, "Liam! He is the same creep who gave her an engagement ring when she had an asthma attack."

"Don’t worry," he threw an arm around her shoulders, "Let’s meet him. And please bring a smile to your face," He gritted through his teeth with a small smile that he was flashing on Dorian Maxwell from this distance.

"Hello!" Lisa went to him but didn’t tell him that a salon girl had already given her a call.

"Hi!" Dorian nodded and gave a sharp look to Liam, "Your friend wants to meet you."

Lisa bobbed her head that made her hair ponytail jiggle with her, "This is an urgent invitation, so I won’t be able to stay here for too long, Mr. Maxwell," Lisa told him with a pout and then tried to balance the big bag in her hands.

"What is this?" Maxwell asked her and Lisa chuckled.

"This bag contains cosmetic stuff that I need to deliver to someone. I’m a rider too... A side hustle ..." she winked.

Dorian Maxwell gave her a sympathetic look. Both of them seemed poor.

Their clothes were dirty, and they both were wearing helmets.

"Ok," Maxwell understood. He was pleased. The fewer people, the better.

His eyes followed the couple as they headed to the bridal’s room. Lisa’s boyfriend kept finding excuses to touch his girlfriend’s face or shoulder. His fingers were lingering on her cheek longer than necessary. He seemed to be deeply in love with Lisa and she didn’t even spare him a glance.

"Huh! Women!" he muttered and turned on his heels to join his friend on the stage.

He didn’t want to think of his wedding night. But Aniya’s curves were making him restless.

She just turned eighteen and seemed inexperienced.

He needed to teach her a lot.

He couldn’t wait to bury deep inside her until she would be screaming his name.

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"Hey, bitch. Congratulations! You’re getting married," Aniya who was sitting on the sofa with a bored look, jumped in surprise. Her wide eyes darted towards the voice, only to find Lisa grinning mischievously by the doorway.

"Lisa! You made it! You came!" she started crying and Lisa hugged her tightly.

"We don’t have time for this, Aniya," Lisa said sternly and opened her bag, "We need to give the bride a makeover. Again!"

"A makeover?" Aniya mumbled in confusion but instead of answering her, Lisa started taking out the palettes.

"Yeah. A makeover," Lisa informed her firmly, "Trust me. You’ll thank me later. And yes," she raised her index finger, "After this, I need to go and make an important delivery to a far area."

Aniya felt disappointment. Lisa won’t stay with her till the end?

And when did Lisa start this new job?

"Why? You’re my best friend. Don’t do that!" she hugged Lisa again, but this time Lisa pushed her back, "Later, Aniya. Later. My time is precious."

"Trust us!" Liam told her with a smile, "She will make you so beautiful that Maxwell will run off. Ha-ha." _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Dorian was getting impatient now, so he called her name, "You are doing great, honey. Just keep walking."

After she heard his voice, she stopped near the stairs. This time Dorian did offer her, his hand to help her up. But she wasn’t taking it.

"Hold my hand, my wife-to-be," there was some annoyance in his voice, but Aniya didn’t hold it. Nor did her hand come out of the veil.

Alaric and Valerie were also witnessing the whole charade in confusion.

"Aniya! Hold my Goddamn hand and come up!" Dorian Maxwell roared but she stood there like a dummy as if she couldn’t hear him at all.

Dorian got down and lifted her veil to slap the woman.

Uh-huh. There was a large packing tape, sealing her mouth. Her wrists were also tied together in front of her chest.

Dorian saw the tears streaming down that face.

"This isn’t Aniya!" Valerie screamed at the top of her lungs. Dorian removed the tape from the lips and the bride started crying.

"Please let me go. Please... don’t kill me. They did this to me," she was sobbing like a baby and Dorian thought someone had drenched the blood off his body.

"Who the fuck are you?" he roared and then remembered the man. He was Lisa’s boyfriend in full makeup. He looked funny, wearing a white wedding dress.

"Liam?" he whispered, "What’re you doing here?"