My Step-Brother Boss 18+

Chapter 5: Marriage

MADISON

"Yeah, that's good," I say, helping place the last of the decorations. The workers nod in agreement before heading out. So, Arthur isn't just some business partner—he's a fucking billionaire, and his son is the one running the show.

And guess what? They delivered all my luggage from New York straight to Arthur's house. No heads-up, no warning—just bam, your life's officially in chaos.

Mother's still getting ready while I'm out here, already dressed, helping the workers. I'm wearing that pink dress we picked out, and it fits like a glove. I paired it with the emerald jewelry we bought. My hair, normally a curly mess, is straightened with a few soft waves at the ends because, according to my dear mother, my natural curls are "too unruly."

She still thinks I can just brush through it like her naturally straight hair. If I do that, it turns into a frizzy disaster. Why can't she understand that my hair isn't the same as hers?

Anyway, I'm keeping the makeup light—just some concealer, mascara, blush, eyeliner, and my favorite lip combo. I considered fake lashes but decided that'd be overkill.

"Place the heart balloons near the altar," I instruct, helping them carry the last few balloons. I take a step back to admire the hall. "I think it looks perfect."

The setup is pretty impressive, I have to admit. The band—piano, violin, the whole deal—is set up on the far left. On the right, we've got the snack tables and the bar. The wedding cake is positioned all the way on the opposite side, where the reception will be held. You have to go through the hotel's grand hall to reach it.

The rest of the hall is filled with rows of chairs, with the aisle and altar decorated beautifully. I think the flower girl is Arthur's niece's daughter, and his best man is his son, with a few friends and relatives filling out the groomsmen lineup.

I'm the maid of honor, even though I tried to convince my mom I'd be fine just being a bridesmaid. It's her wedding; I shouldn't be the center of attention just because I'm her daughter. Her bridesmaid is one of her close friends since she doesn't have any siblings.

I grab a cup of water and pull out my phone to text a friend. I'm walking down the aisle, eyes on my screen, when—"Fuck!"—I bump straight into someone.

"I'm so sor—" I start, but my words catch in my throat as I look up. "Mr. Rossi?"

It's Edward, looking as ridiculously fine as ever in a black suit. His muscles are practically bursting out of it, and his height only adds to his presence. He's got his hair in a bun today, the long curls that he usually slicks back are falling loose, with a few strands framing his forehead. He looks so fucking sexy it's almost criminal.

His emerald tie, which perfectly matches his eyes, only makes them stand out more. Edward always keeps a clean shave, which highlights his high cheekbones and sharp jawline.

Okay, enough of these thoughts. But seriously, what the fuck is Edward doing here? He wasn't even invited, was he?

"Hello, Madison. Please, just call me Edward when we're not in the office," he insists, and I reluctantly nod. "What are you doing here?" I ask, still in shock.

"The same reason you're here," he replies, and I stare at him, confused.

"It's my mother's weddin—" I begin, but Arthur steps in between us.

"Oh, hey Madison, I see you've already met my son," he says casually.

I gasp, my eyes widening. "Wait," I pause, trying to process this.

Arthur Rossi.

Edward Rossi.

FUCK, how did I miss this?