Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 57

"What?" Zara blurted out, wide-eyed. "Are you okay? My brother brought it up? He wouldn't dare!"

Her shock was understandable—she'd seen with her own eyes how her best friend's heart was hopelessly tangled up with her brother.

Sometimes, Zara just couldn't figure it out. Was her brother really all that wonderful?

Still, when it came down to choosing between her own brother and her best friend, she took her friend's side, no questions asked.

But honestly, if Sunny liked him, and they actually got married, that'd be perfect—she and Sunny could keep hanging out, just like always. She'd make sure no one in the Lawson family ever gave her friend a hard time.

So, after only three months away, how had things fallen apart so fast?

Sunny's smile faded. "No, it was me. I'm the one who ended things. I'm just tired, Zara. I don't want to keep chasing him anymore."

"But… but you two were about to get married!" Zara stammered.

"Yeah. Better to call it off now than regret it later, right?"

"Sunny, breakups happen! There are plenty of guys out there—we don't need this one! Wait for me tonight. I'll take you out and show you a good time!"

Sunny let out a light laugh. "Alright, I'll pick you up tonight. Gotta run, I have a case in court this afternoon."

She ducked into a convenience store for a quick bite, then headed back to the firm.

Xander bounced over, practically buzzing with excitement. "Did we get it?"

Sunny flashed an OK sign. "Nailed it."

Cheers erupted from Wyatt's side of the team, while Lawyer Lewis's crew wore stormy faces.

"Keep it down, let's wait for the boss to get back before we celebrate," Sunny warned.

Xander and Lily Williams weren't the type to brag—unless someone really pushed their buttons.

Sunny grabbed her files and headed out at one sharp, making her way to the courthouse.

By the time the hearing wrapped up, it was already four.

She glanced at her phone—Sean was calling. She declined the call without a second thought. Nothing good ever came from talking to him.

[Sean: The wedding's only a few days away. Remember to go for your dress fitting tomorrow!]

Sunny shot the message a withering look and couldn't help but laugh. How many times did it take for these people to get the message? She and Tristan were really over.

–

At the airport, Zara strode out in a strappy tank top and cut-off shorts, all confidence—until a blast of cold air made her shiver.

–

Upstairs, in a private lounge, Stellan lounged on the sofa, absentmindedly swirling whiskey in his glass. He stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dance floor below, lost in thought.

"Hey, since when does Mr. Stellan get all broody?" a man drawled nearby.

He shot back, "Not everyone can overthink things like you, Mr. Mitchell."

"Hell!" Caleb Mitchell cursed as he scrolled through his phone.

Stellan's gaze sharpened. "What's up?"

Caleb practically ground his teeth. "Stop drinking—your niece is downstairs flirting with male escorts! And your nephew's fiancée is with her. Zara, you are so dead!"

Stellan's expression turned thunderous—he almost thought he'd misheard. "Who did you say?"

"You know, the black sheep of the Carrington family—the one marrying Tristan at the end of the month."

A split second later, Caleb was left gaping as Stellan vaulted over the balcony and landed on the ground floor in a single leap.

Holy hell.