Chapter 3: Wrong Bride

Jameson walked to stand beside Diego, who gave him a questioning look.

"She'll be here soon," Jameson answered his unspoken question.

Candy appeared, walking down the aisle with a bunch of flowers. Her makeup was retouched, making her look even more beautiful, her face covered in a white veil.

Hannah, Diego's aunt, the one who had arranged the marriage, frowned a little. She couldn't see the bride's face because of the veil but then thought maybe Venessa looked leaner than before.

Unknown to her, the bride wasn't Venessa.

Getting to the altar, Candy could hear her heart beating fast. What if she got caught? This man was known as the Billionaire Devil, ruthless in every ways. What if he punished her when he found out she was the wrong bride and that she had deceived his assistant just to come here?

She could only pray the real bride didn't show up here all of a sudden and ruin everything.

'I'll talk to him,' she thought to herself and took a deep breath. She had only heard whispers about this man and had not witnessed his appearance before. Slowly, she looked up at his face, and her heart skipped a beat.

She thought the Billionaire Devil was a middle-aged man, maybe ugly, but she was wrong. This man was handsome, with a perfectly built muscular frame. Even with his cold look, he looked like an angel. Is he even human? How could he be so perfect?

Candy didn't know when her lips curled up into a beautiful smile.

Old man Mavis was smiling ear to ear. He was finally witnessing his grandson's wedding, and his heart was swelling with joy.

"I do," Candy replied to the priest's question. Diego stared at her for a while before saying his own vows.

"I now pronounce you both as husband and wife. You may now..."

Before the priest could finish his words, Diego stepped down from the altar and began to walk away, leaving Candy stunned. What had gotten into him all of a sudden?

"Jerk," Jameson shook his head and went to meet Candy. "Allow me to escort you back, Mrs. Gonzalez."

Hearing the name 'Mrs. Gonzalez' made Candy smile again. She followed Jameson out of the hall.

"That punk. How could he have left without holding his bride's hand?" Old Mavis mumbled. Hannah held his old hand.

"You know how cold he is. Allow Venessa to melt his heart. It's going to take a while. At least he is married now, let's be happy about that and visit them soon too," she said with a smile, calming Old Mavis's heart.

Meanwhile, in the Lamborghini, Candy stole a glance at Diego, who had his eyes closed. How could he not recognize his bride? What kind of wedding is this?

Well, hers wasn't any different. She never knew Brandon was a deciever set by her aunt either.

"Here, sign this. Input your name and other details," Jameson gave Candy a file, which she took from him.

Diego's signature was already there.

She stared at the name space for a moment, wondering if she should write her own name or not. In the end, she wrote her own details before handing them over to Jameson.

Her breath seized when Jameson wanted to check it.

"Wait!" she suddenly spoke.

This time, Diego's eyes slowly opened.

"Your suit, where did you get it? It's really nice," she asked. Diego turned his piercing gaze to her; her action showed she was nervous.

"This suit? I got it from the Gonzalez's personal fashion designer. His name is Einstein, he is the best. You'll meet him as time goes on," Jameson closed the file and kept it. Candy let out a deep breath, which Diego didn't fail to notice.

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In a large room, Venessa had her head on a man's chest as she slept soundly. The man was awake, staring at her with a knowing smile on his face.

They both had rough sex throughout last night and had slept half of the day.

Soon, Venessa's brow knitted as she let out a light groan, waking up.

"Good morning, sunshine," Marvel greeted, and when she looked up at him, he leaned down to kiss her lips lightly.

"Good morning, bear. You look so handsome," she smiled, tapping his nose with her index finger.

"You don't look bad either," Marvel said in a hoarse voice.

Venessa pulled herself away from him, got down from the bed, and reached for her phone.

"Uh, Essa, can we stay in bed a little longer?" Marvel said, staring at her fine body frame. His voice sounded a bit nervous.

"You want to have sex again this morning? No, I'm tired. My whole body aches because of your monster last night," Venessa chuckled, then reached for her phone. Marvel took a deep breath.

"Huh? Why were there so many missed calls?" Venessa pouted, her sight meeting the date on her screen, and her eyes flew open wide with shock.

"The fuck!!!" Venessa exclaimed loudly. She slowly turned to look at her boyfriend, who was scratching his hair.

"Today was supposed to be my wedding. Why the fuck didn't you remind me?!!" Venessa yelled furiously.

"C'mon, babe. How could I just sit and let you get married to another man?" Marvel said.

"I told you it was temporary, fuck! God, what have I done?" She immediately made a call. Diego's aunt.

"Hey, Mrs. Hannah," Venessa breathed out.

"Hi, Venessa. I'm so happy for you today. I'm glad the wedding went well as planned," Hannah's voice sounded on the other side.

"Huh? Wh... what are you talking about? What wedding?" Venessa's face scrunched with confusion.

"Your wedding, Venessa. Didn't you just get married to Diego an hour ago?" Hannah asked in a confused tone.

"Actually, aunt, I wasn't at the wedding."

"What!"

"Something really terrible came up. I couldn't show up. I just got out of trouble and decided to call," Venessa began to freak out.

"If you aren't the bride, then who the fuck did Diego get married to?" Hannah asked.

"I... I don't know... What are you talking about? Did Diego get married?" Venessa swept her hair back as she held the phone tightly against her ear.

"Yes, you dummy. How could you have neglected the wedding? After all our plans, Venessa!" Hannah yelled over the phone.

"I told you that..." Venessa's words were cut short when the call ended.

"Shit!"

She shot a glare at Marvel, who was still sitting on the bed.

"How could they have held a wedding even after I had told them you had an accident?" Marvel mumbled.

"You what?!" Venessa grabbed an apple from the table and threw it at Marvel's chest. "You're a psycho!" she yelled and began to dress up.

"Where are you going, babe?" he asked.

"Ask your smelly ass. I never knew you had such a tiny brain. Do you know what you just made me lose?" she asked, still putting on her clothes roughly.

"You have me, Essa. How will you feel if I decide to marry some lady one day?" he asked.

Venessa didn't reply as she stormed out.

"Venessa!" Marvel yelled after her.