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Chasing Argo GreeSmith

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In the modern novel Chasing Argo GreeSmith, con artist Natalia Punongbayan crashes the wrong wedding with a fake pregnancy. Now, the groom refuses to let her disappear. Read this romance mystery story to see if she can escape the consequences of targeting the wrong man.
Chasing Argo GreeSmith Summary
In the wake of her father's suspicious death, Elena is thrust into a dangerous pursuit of the truth. Her investigation leads her to Argo GreeSmith, a reclusive billionaire with a shadowy past. As they navigate a web of corporate deceit and lethal secrets, an unexpected romance ignites between them. Forced to rely on each other, they must unmask a silent killer before their growing connection becomes the very thing that destroys them both.
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Chasing Argo GreeSmith Chapter 1

As I took confident strides into the churchyard, the sound of the priest's sermon enveloped me. Each word seemed to echo through the air, setting the tone for the event unfolding before me.

The beating of my heart quickened as I crossed the threshold into the church. I paused, taking in the sight of the gathered crowd, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within me.

The grandeur of the church hinted at the meticulous planning and preparation that went into this wedding. The line of luxurious cars parked outside only reaffirmed my suspicion that the bride and groom were of affluent backgrounds.

Amidst the buzz of excitement, I couldn't help but notice the presence of the media, capturing every moment of the special occasion.

"Tss, good timing," a mischievous smile played on my lips as I savored the thrill of the moment.

I smoothed down my flowing hair and adjusted my dress, silently reminding myself of the purpose behind this mission. "You got this, Natalia! This is for your future. And for your dream of going to Hong Kong."

My focus shifted to the couple at the center of attention. With a raised eyebrow, I discreetly assessed the groom's appearance, intrigued by his presence.

"Hmm, this guy is quite impressive from just his back. I wonder what he looks like when he turns around?"

Retrieving the man's photo from my sling bag, I compared it to the man standing before me. Despite the slight discrepancy in his broad shoulders, I was already committed to the task at hand. There was no turning back now, Natalia.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for the next move.

"Stop the wedding!" My clear voice reverberated within the walls of the church.

The priest halted in his speech, prompting me to take a determined step forward. Ignoring the murmurs of the guests and the intrusive flashes of the cameras aimed at me, I pressed on.

"Stop the wedding, there will be no wedding happening!" I proclaimed with unwavering conviction.

"What's happening? Who is this girl?!" The lady, whom I was certain was one of the parents of the couple, almost lost her composure in shock.

A smirk played on my lips as I directed my gaze towards the altar, "Me? I'm just the woman who got pregnant by that man!" I pointed accusingly at the man with his back turned.

The bride turned to face me. I was momentarily captivated by her inherent beauty. She exuded an aura fit for the silver screen, not only that, but her complexion resembled that of an angel, with a luminous glow akin to milk.

It turned to the man who now faced him.

"What is this, Argo?" She removed her veil and tears began to fall.

I bite my tongue hard. Come on, Natalia. Don't let her tears affect you. Remember, you are better than her when it comes to acting.

The man then turned to me. His eyes held pure anger. Those black orbs, ready to rip my heart apart, sent a thrill through me.

I quickly lowered my gaze to the photo I was holding before returning my focus to the man who was now ready to devour me.

Oh, shit! Why does he look so different from the man in the photo? He has thick eyebrows and a straight nose. His curly hair is styled to perfection. I stared in awe as I observed his defined sharp jawline, intense brown eyes, and those full red lips, poised for a kiss.

"Who are you?!" His voice echoed throughout the place.

I blinked and tightly crumpled the photo I was holding.

Oh, sticky shit! Oh no, he's not the man in the photo. He is far from the man we were talking about.

"Who is this pregnant woman, Argo?" The woman punched his chest while tears streamed down her face.

I couldn't move. It was as if my whole body was paralyzed. Add to that the numerous camera flashes hitting me.

"I don't know her, believe me, sugar." He cupped the woman's cheeks, but she refused to be touched.

I placed my trust in you, but you shattered it into a million pieces. How could you impregnate a woman you barely knew? How did that even happen, huh?" He confronted him, pushing him forward.

"No, sugar. Please, believe me. I don't know that woman at all."

The man's gaze returned to me, as if freezing the rhythm of my heart.

I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of panic. Damn it, Natalia. What chaos have you unleashed?

"There will be no wedding. Never show your face to me again!" he declared to the man.

Before she left the man at the altar, she delivered a resounding slap. I almost shut my eyes as the man turned away from the bride's action.

My feet seemed glued to the floor as she approached me. She paused briefly in front of me but ultimately walked past me without a second glance.

"Argo, I will never forgive you for what you've done to my daughter!" The bride's father's voice echoed throughout the entire church.

"Let me explain everything, dad!"

He descended from the platform, attempting to follow the bride, but a man grabbed his collar.

"Where do you think you're going, huh? You can't just run away from the mess you've created with my sister!"

"Don't mess with my friend unless you want your brains splattered on the floor!" declared the man, gripping the groom by the neck, facing him with a fierce determination.

There, it seemed like everything was falling apart. Cries echoed from the two ladies present, and arguments erupted on both sides.

Oh shit! This is an utter disaster! Is my dream of going to Hong Kong slipping away?

Before I could even take a step, someone gripped my arm. The fast-paced events left me feeling swept away in the chaos.

"Get in the car!"

I was practically thrown against the door of the white limousine before the driver was instructed to leave.

Trembling, I got into the car and quickly grabbed my cellphone from my bag.

Damn it, Rosario, I ended up at the wrong wedding!

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