Reclaiming Her Billionaire

Maeve’s pov

Rory and Sabrina sat right next to me in the front row seats at the wedding reception of Sabrina’s really close friend. The only reason why I was here was because Sabrina begged me to come with her as a plus one guest. I had to ask someone else to fill in for me at the hospital in order to make it here.

From the looks of things the couple and their sponsors seemed really wealthy. Judging from the theme of the ceremony, it all screamed “rich! rich! rich!”

My eyes travelled around the room while soft jazz music played in the background. From the white coloured ribbons wrapped around the large pillars that held the place up to the chandeliers made of shiny crystals hanging at every section of the ceiling, lightening the place up.

While my neck slowly turned to take a look at every single beautiful decoration made in this room, I felt a light tog on the hem of my dress, when I turned around, I shot a smile at my little angel. Although he had a worried look on his face.

“Honey are you okay?”

“Mommy, I’m tired and I wanna go home.” He whined. Before I could respond to him, Sabrina tapped on me aggressively, I turned to her, with my brows furrowed.

“Sabrina?!” I whisper shouted. Her gaze was glued to the stage and she had a wide smile on her face, at the same time, she looked like she had seen a Greek god.

“Here he comes!” She squealed and squeezed on my hand tightly

“Who— oh my gosh, Sabrina?!” I asked confusedly with my gaze still on her.

She then turned to me, rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of exhaustion, “ Haven’t you been listening to everything I’ve been saying? The handsome billionaire I told you about yesterday and the day before and the one before the one bef—“

“I get it.” I interrupted.

“Good!” She squealed. “He’s about to give his speech.”

I turned to the stage and my jaw dropped after I was hit with the greatest shock of my life, " No! It can't be him, it can't possibly be him." I muttered under my breathed as I subconsciously raised my hands to cover my mouth. Instantly, I buried my head in the ground to avoid him from noticing Maeve O’Brien was sitting right in front of him.

I wasn't sure if he would be able to recognize me but I wasn't ready to pull the risk, the last time I saw Landon Sullivan was five years ago and after a harsh breakup, I left the city and never talked about him or set my eyes on him until this day. My heart raced with fear and nervousness,

As nervous and uncomfortable as I was, it felt like there was a large lump in my throat which made it difficult for me to swallow in that moment, hearing his voice and seeing him