LOGINThe wedding hall was decorated with flowers, buffet tables, and a combination of lavender and golden balloons. The air was a mix of different smells of perfumes. Ava stood in the changing room as the makeup artist applied makeup on her face. She didn't understand the use of all this for a two-year contract marriage. She didn't understand rich people's mentality. The amount of money lavished on this wedding was enough to pay for her brother's surgery and was even enough to move out of the country to start a new life.
She had told Erickson these exact words three days ago, and he told her all she had to do was play dress-up, and he was going to pay for her brother's surgery. So why the complaint? At least she was grateful for that. And to top it, he flew three of the best surgeons from LA to come for her brother's surgery.
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In another room, Tony and a few groomsmen were in Erickson's dressing room.
"I can't believe Erickson is getting married," one said aloud, looking at Erickson.
Erickson gave him a lazy look and said, "You are going to die single."
Tony laughed loud. "Man, remember what I told you? I knew you had a thing for that chick."
"Soothsayer. I'm just marrying her because of my old man. To me, love is just a myth."
"That reminds me," Tony said. "You invited Richard to your wedding. He didn't even come to see you. Since he arrived, he has been on a phone call. That manipulative dick."
"Well, Grandfather's decision of handing over the company to me didn't really go down well with him, considering him being the sole heir to Blackwood Corporation. It's normal for him to be upset. Although Grandfather assigned him a portion of the West Side City project."
"That pig," Tony said. "Last night I saw him at a hotel with a chick two times his size. I wonder where he gets his appetite for women and zero brain for business."
"A pig is a suitable title for him."
Tony laughed.
Just then, Old Blackwood walked into the room, his aura intimidating as usual. The three men in the room greeted him. "Grandpa." He nodded at them while Erickson basically ignored him.
"This child is going to be the death of me. Get downstairs," he said, lifting his cane.
Erickson picked up his suit jacket and left the room, his groomsmen following behind him. Tony, the talkative one, couldn't help asking, "Why pretend you don't want the marriage when you are literally the one who proposed to the chick?"
Erickson cast him a cold look and opened his mouth slightly. "Your sister is the chick."
Tony laughed. "Fine, fine," he said, raising his hand in mock surrender.
As they walked towards the altar, Michael, one of his groomsmen, asked, "Are you sure Richard isn't going to cause trouble?"
"You guys just be on alert, okay."
As they walked down, Richard came out of his hiding place and sneered. "Bastard," he cursed.
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Downstairs at the altar, Ava stood waiting anxiously. She knew the wedding was to impress Old Blackwood, but she really hoped her groom hadn't stood her up.
As Erickson walked towards the altar, she couldn't help finding him very striking—his tall imposing height, perfectly styled jet-black hair, deep grey eyes, and pink lips. No wonder he was called New York's Most Eligible Bachelor. His appearance was just so striking.
As Erickson reached where she stood, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you done staring?"
Ava rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
"Let the wedding begin," Old Blackwood said, fearing Erickson would change his mind.
"Let's exchange vows. Do you, Erickson Blackwood, take Ava Bennett to be your law—" the priest was saying when a loud scream erupted.
One of the maids screamed, "Someone just committed suicide! Someone just committed suicide!"
Ava looked shocked. Was this a sign for her? This was a bad omen. While Erickson looked shocked, Old Blackwood slapped his back. "Why stand here like a fool? Go take a look at what's happening."
Erickson and his men went downstairs, and lo and behold, Kate White lay in a pool of blood, blood seeping from her brain.
Erickson felt so cold, like he was in a pool of ice. This scenario brought a flashback to his mother's death after she was shot dead by unknown gunmen.
"Why are you standing there staring like a moron?" his grandfather roared. "Someone call an ambulance! Richard, stop the press from coming downstairs!"
Ava came downstairs, and seeing the sight, she almost went into shock. Everywhere was in chaos as Kate White's body was lifted into the ambulance. Erickson really couldn't understand what could make Kate White commit suicide. Everything just felt surreal to him. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
For those who know the backstory, Kate White used to be his childhood friend. From when the Blackwood family was still in dust, he had dated Kate White. Her family and the Blackwoods were generational enemies, and according to story, this family led to the death of his mother, so they broke up, which made people often call Kate White his white moonlight.
When they arrived at the hospital, Kate White was confirmed dead by Dr. Anthony, who was the doctor at that hospital.
As they were trying to inform the White family about the death of their daughter, the press suddenly flooded in. Snaps and white flashes clicked on their faces, every reporter trying hard to get a piece of news that would make it to top search.
Richard rushed into the hospital. "Grandpa, I tried my best to stop the—"
Before he could finish his statement, a loud slap landed on his face. "What a waste! You can't even stop the press. So useless!"
Everywhere was in chaos, and then the White family was in chaos. Old Blackwood wondered the cause of all this mess.
As they drove into Erickson's villa, Ava was mesmerized by the view of the house. There was a lavender garden with butterflies around it. Ava felt so mesmerized by it and looked closer as the driver parked the car in the parking lot. She wondered if it was a coincidence because she loved lavender so much. And she noticed the butterflies were bred because they were about the same colour and size range. Maybe this was being bred in remembrance of someone because she knew Erickson wasn't such a softie to breed such lovely things.Looking over at the penthouse, every structure was done to taste and looked exquisite.Someone called her attention, and she turned. From the person's outfit and appearance, he looked like a butler. He gave her a fatherly smile and said, "Ma'am, your room is at the left side at the hallway. Anything that isn't to your taste, let me know."Ava offered a small smile and walked upstairs. After all this chaos, threats, and the rest, she needed to rest. She already c
The hospital was crowded with people. Ava had followed alone to the hospital, her wedding gown already covered with dust and dirt. During the chaos, her wedding gown was soiled with a drink stain which a waitress had accidentally spilled on her.She leaned exhaustedly on the hospital wall. Everything happening now seemed like a dream to her. With the sudden suicide, the reporters' flashing lights, and nurses running back and forth, it just felt like a dream. Having a little insight into the Blackwood family, she already felt that this suicide wasn't that simple. And for sure, someone was behind it. But who? And to gain what? She could now understand why she was so resistant about this sham marriage, and now look at the results.Old Blackwood had tried persuading her to go home and rest, but she refused. She really needed to speak to Erickson. She wasn't sure she could go on with this contract marriage. She now understood the way the wealthy family works—it was just a blood-for-blood s
The wedding hall was decorated with flowers, buffet tables, and a combination of lavender and golden balloons. The air was a mix of different smells of perfumes. Ava stood in the changing room as the makeup artist applied makeup on her face. She didn't understand the use of all this for a two-year contract marriage. She didn't understand rich people's mentality. The amount of money lavished on this wedding was enough to pay for her brother's surgery and was even enough to move out of the country to start a new life.She had told Erickson these exact words three days ago, and he told her all she had to do was play dress-up, and he was going to pay for her brother's surgery. So why the complaint? At least she was grateful for that. And to top it, he flew three of the best surgeons from LA to come for her brother's surgery.---In another room, Tony and a few groomsmen were in Erickson's dressing room."I can't believe Erickson is getting married," one said aloud, looking at Erickson.Er
Tony, sensing Erick had something to say to this lady, stood up and left the private room. Erick turned to Ava. "You said you can do anything," he asked again, a lazy smile playing on his lips.Ava didn't know what this man understood by anything, but she nodded."Marry me," he said.Ava looked shocked."Listen before you complain—""Such a narcissist," Ava rolled her eyes."It's going to be a contract marriage. In exchange, I will pay for your brother's hospital bill."Ava looked shocked. "How do you know about my brother?" she asked."I have my ways," Erick said, his lips curling up. He just felt a strange attraction towards this lady standing in front of him. That was why he ultimately chose her to be his contract bride."The contract marriage is going to last for two years. A real wedding is going to hold. You will bear me a child naturally. After two years, we get a divorce. I give you two million dollars, and I will have custody of the child. You can still come and see the child
Erickson Blackwood was thirty-two years old, a billionaire, and the most feared man in New York's business world. But none of that mattered when his grandfather called."Erick, I have told you to get a wife. Do you plan to get me killed?"Erickson rubbed the bridge of his nose, a headache already forming behind his eyes. He had just left a board meeting where he'd crushed a rival company without breaking a sweat. Now he was being bullied by an eighty-year-old man with a flair for theatrics."Grandpa, why not just enjoy your retirement? I've already taken over the company as you requested. What more do you want from me?"Silence on the other end. Then his grandfather's voice, cold and deliberate."If you don't find a wife, I will kill myself. And everyone will know you caused my death."Erickson's blood ran cold. His grandfather had done this before—used guilt as a weapon—but it never got easier. His parents had died when he was twelve. His mother's dying wish had been for his grandfat







