Chapter 7
Chapter 7
A large group of guests appeared from the other side of the lawn, their faces lit with smiles, clapping along with the music. Their eyes were filled with blessings for us.
One of my friends called out, “Elizabeth, this wedding is too romantic! The bride and groom entering hand in hand!”
I looked up and realized something incredible: from the guests‘ perspective, the venue Jared had decorated for Cora Hope now looked like the entrance to my and Elijah’s wedding.
Photographers and videographers snapped away, guiding us toward the path leading up the hill.
me on, bride and groom! Let’s walk and shoot photos all the way to the hall!”
The sheer number of guests and staff following us overwhelmed Jared’s small group of friends. Even the spectators Jared had called over to witness the bet were stunned by the grandeur of my wedding.
Elijah held my hand tightly, giving me a warm smile.
“Let’s go, wife. It’s time to get married,” he said.
I pressed my lips together, smiling, and matched his pace.
Fireworks and confetti exploded above us, raining down as cheers and music filled the air.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jared and Cora, both fuming with anger, their mouths covered by two bodyguards.
Then I glanced at Elijah. He winked at me mischievously, and suddenly, everything became clear.
The distance between the grand hall and the lawn wasn’t far.
Hand in hand, Elijah and I walked the path slowly, turning the journey into a romantic highlight.
When the doors to the grand hall opened
dazzling lights and music struck my heart with overwhelming emotion.
My father walked over, teasing Elijah with a smile. “You rascal, I haven’t even officially given my daughter away yet, and you’re already holding her hand!”
Elijah didn’t let go. Instead, in front of everyone, he gently kissed the back of my hand.
“Apologies, sir. I just couldn’t wait to marry your daughter,” he said earnestly.
My father shook his head, stepping aside to make way for the aisle.
“Well then, go ahead. Walk her down the aisle.”
Elijah and I stepped onto the red carpet, surrounded by my family and friends.
Happiness filled every corner of my heart like a warm embrace, leaving me both astonished and delighted.
I never expected that Elijah Weston would actually prepare a venue for me here at Emerald Manor.
As we walked to the officiant, everything felt surreal.
The officiant posed the classic question, “Mr. Weston, do you take Ms. Blakely as your wife?”
Without hesitation, Elijah replied, “I do.”
“And Ms. Blakely, do you take Mr. Weston as your husband?”
I looked into his gentle eyes and answered firmly, “I do.”
“You don’t!”
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Chapter 7
A shrill gry pierced through the hall, coming from the entrance.
Jared Donovan broke free from the bodyguards holding him, stumbling toward me. His clothes were torn in several places, his appearance disheveled
He looked at me with a complex expression. “Elizabeth, stop acting. If you keep this up, I might start believing it’s real.”
I stared at him calmly. “I’m not acting. Everything you see here is real
From the crowd, someone shouted, “Jared, stop causing trouble! Get off the red carpet! This is Elizabeth’s wedding!”
Jared spun around, startled. “Dad, why are you here??”
Mr. Donovan stepped forward, trying to pull Jared away. “I was invited to Elizabeth’s wedding. Stop making a scene and get down from there!”
d violently shook off his father’s hand, disbelief etched across his face as he turned back to me.
Too you’re really going to marry him?”
I replied coolly. “If I don’t marry him, should I marry you instead? Don’t forget–you just proposed to someone else today.*
For a moment, I saw tears welling up in Jared’s eyes.
He grabbed my hand abruptly. “Come on, Elizabeth, let’s leave together!”
Gasps of shock erupted among the guests.
I yanked my hand away and said coldly, “Jared, wasn’t humiliating me once enough? Do you need to do it again?”
“You’ve seen it for yourself–I’m getting married in the grand hall. You lost the bet. It’s over. Whatever was left between us ends here.”
With a loud thud, Jared dropped to his knees before me.
He knelt there, crying, looking up at me with pleading eyes.
“Eltzabeth, I was wrong! I’ve sinned terribly–I’m unforgivable!”
“I lost the bet, and I’m kneeling. But I’m begging you–don’t marry him. Don’t marry anyone else, please.”
Seeing him sobbing pathetically, I felt nothing.
I turned toward the door and called out, “Security! There’s someone disrupting the wedding. Please remove him.”
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