Chapter 1
It was nine o’clock, and the night was intoxirating. Pleanor, having indulged in too much drink of her bachelorette party, was escorted horor by er fan. Percul However, as she reluctantly opened her eyes to the dim light, she was jolted awake by the sight of a couple passionately kissing at the edge of her bed
The shock hit her like a thunderbolt, leaving her in a stupor as
is the stared in dabe let Fury ignited within her.
advance the rubbed her we
“Celeste, stop it! Eleanor just fell asleep,” the man said, trying to restrain the woman’s ad
“What, are you afraid your fanefe will wake up?” Celeste snapped luck with a hint of resentment. “You’re marrying her tomorrow. I want you to spend
“Baby, don’t be silly. Let’s go to another room,” the man purred, trying to coax her away,
“No! I want to be here, in front of her,” Celeste insisted, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, and their bodies entwined again.
o the next day, would be here betraying her
Eleanor couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her face. She never imagined her fiancé, whom she was set to marry his mistress right before her eyes,
“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom. You know you love it when I fill the tub,” the man whispered seductively.
“Then you go in first and start filling it,” Celeste pushed him. Once he left, she leaned over Eleanor and sneered, “Eleanor, tomorrow, I won’t let Percival I’m pregnant with his child. He belongs to me ”
Eleanor clenched her fists, struggling to contain herself. Yet, it wasn’t until the muffled sounds of their passionate groans echoed from the bathroom: bur heart began to splinter.
Three years ago, she was the top model in Shining Capital. But in exchange for this man, she had given it all up, allowing Celeste to take over her spot. merely been a stepping stone for someone else’s wedding. No, this mud be a dream–a nightmare that would end when the woke up
Eleanor tried to convince herself, but by midnight, Celeste used her “sudden illness” to drag Percival away from the hotel leaving Floor behind But they were supposed to register their marriage tomorrow.
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With a better smile, Eleanor followed through with her plans the next morning, driving to The Town Hall. After parking her car, she called Percival bet all she heard w cold reply: “Celeste got injured on stage. I have some urgent matters to deal with. We’ll reschedule the marriage registration for another tim-
There would be no rescheduling. Eleanor’s heart sank in despair.
As she turned, donning her sunglasses and planning to leave, a tall figure approached her. Dressed in a deep blue vintage suit that hugged his muscular tra
red scarf tucked into his breast pocket, be exuded an intimidating presence. His long straight legs ended in shining brown pointed shoes.
This man… he radiated authority, reminiscent of a noble lord from the medieval era.
As he drew closer, she realized he was wearing sunglasses, yet the sharp angles of his face and those enticing lips ignited a wild spark within her
Eleanor recognized him immediately–Mr. Victor Slate. They had crossed paths at a ball when she was still in the limelight.
Today, he was also due to be married.
“Sir, Lady Elara is ten minutes late..” A man followed closely behind, offering his report with respect
“Call the Chalmers family. Anyone who can I make it on time to their wedding doesn’t need to show up at all” Victor replied, has voice sharp and devoid of patience
“But the chairmen said you
try today, even if you have to marry a transexual…,
the man stuttered, a bit intimidated.
ling a hit inhumane.
“Choose another deleitante. You have only half an hour” Victor declared fiercely,
It burned out they both shared a predicament, albeit in different shades Dove he merely perpared a marriage to please his family.
Fister had it easy –he could take whoever be wanted as a confirmed bachel
Menursing her sunglasses, she approached Victor and
said, “Mr. Victor, your firide hasn’t arrived, and my proven has ru
away. Way–dom we undine our weblings?
