LOGINThe next morning, The Laurent estate had been transformed into a breathtaking wedding venue. White roses covered the flower arches, crystal lights sparkled above the guests, and elegant decorations filled the gardens. Every detail reflected the wealth of the Laurent family, yet the atmosphere felt warm and intimate. Guests arrived from different parts of the country and abroad. Influential business figures, major investors, and loyal partners filled the rows of white chairs, exchanging greetings as they waited for the ceremony to begin. “This wedding is going to be remembered for years,” one investor remarked. His companion smiled. “Especially with Adrian Laurent finally getting his happy ending.” Near the altar, Adrian adjusted his suit for the third time. His father noticed and chuckled. “If you keep doing that, you’ll ruin your jacket.” “'m nervous to see how beautiful she's going to look.” Victor laughed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You really have lost your confid
Victor waited for an answer, but none came. “Mr. Hale, are you still there?” he asked. A few seconds later, the call ended. Victor stared at his phone in disbelief. Nathan’s father had called requesting a partnership, yet he could not answer a simple question about where he had been when Laurent Group needed support. “How shameless,” Victor muttered before dropping the phone on his desk. He had no intention of chasing a man who only remembered Laurent Group when it became profitable again. Meanwhile, Adrian’s recovery had finally reached an important stage. He could walk properly without assistance, although running was still beyond him. When I visited him that afternoon, I found him walking across the living room. I stopped at the doorway, surprised. “Adrian?” He turned, smiling proudly. “What do you think?” I stared at him before hurrying forward to embrace him. “You can walk!” “Properly, too,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “Though my physiotherapist says I shou
The news of Adrian Laurent and Serena Vale’s upcoming wedding spread quickly through business circles, but it was not the only thing attracting attention. Laurent Group was rising again. After months of financial difficulties and uncertainty, the company’s stock prices began climbing. Its business deals were improving, old clients were returning, and several new partners had expressed interest in working with the company. Within days, Laurent Group had climbed above Hale Corporation in the business rankings. Victor Laurent studied the latest report in his office, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. “Things are finally moving in the right direction,” his assistant said. Victor nodded. “We have worked hard for this. I won’t let anyone put the company at risk again.” His assistant placed another file on the desk. “There is something else, sir. Several investors who withdrew their support during our financial crisis and unstable markets have requested meetings. They want to i
Adrian kept his promise. By the end of the week, he was standing with the support of his physiotherapist, taking a few careful steps across the rehabilitation room. His progress was slow, but every time he managed another step, he looked at me with a smile that made me forget how worried I had been. “You see that?” he said proudly. “I’m getting closer to our wedding.” I laughed. “You’ve taken six steps, Adrian. Don’t start celebrating yet.” “Six steps closer to marrying you again.” “Just keep exercising, Mr. Laurent.” He reached for my hand. “Anything for my bride.” I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop smiling. With his recovery progressing, we finally began planning our white wedding. At first, I thought we would keep things simple. A beautiful venue, our families, close friends, and a ceremony that meant something to us. However, the moment Adrian’s mother heard about my idea, she nearly dropped her teacup. “Simple?” she repeated. “Serena, you are marrying my son again aft
“I’ve made up my mind.” Adrian stared at me, barely breathing. “And?” he asked, his voice unsteady. I took another step toward him. “My answer is yes.” For a moment, he didn’t move. Then his eyes widened. “Serena, are you serious?” I nodded, smiling despite the tears gathering in my eyes. “Yes, Adrian. I’ll marry you again.” He rolled the tires of his wheelchairs around the desk, stopping in front of me as though he was afraid I might change my mind. “Can I hold you?” His question touched me more than I expected. I opened my arms and bend down, and he pulled me into a careful embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered against my hair. “You have no idea what this means to me.” “I do, but there’s something you need to understand.” He drew back immediately. “Anything. Tell me.” “This marriage cannot be like our first one. I won’t accept lies, disrespect, or a relationship where I have to keep proving my innocence. If we’re going to do this again, there must be honesty and trust betwe
“Serena, when are you planning to make things official with Adrian?” My father’s question caught me off guard. I looked at my parents before answering. “Honestly, Dad, I’m not sure yet.” My mother nodded slowly. “That’s alright, darling. You don’t have to rush into anything.” “I know he has changed in some ways,” I admitted. “But marriage isn’t a decision I can make based on a few good days.” “And it shouldn’t be,” my father replied. “Take your time. This time, the decision belongs to you alone.” Their response relieved me. I had expected another attempt to convince me, but they didn’t pressure me to accept Adrian’s proposal. For once, they allowed me to decide what I wanted without interference. Two days later, Adrian was discharged from the hospital and returned to the Laurent mansion. I visited with Lila and Elias that afternoon. The moment we entered the house, both children rushed toward their father. “Daddy, you’re home!” Elias shouted. Adrian laughed as he opened his
He smiled. Soft. Warm. Almost boyish. “There you are,” he murmured. My heart dropped. Because even now… He still thought I was Lia. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, the scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but ther
The days before the wedding passed like a blur I couldn’t escape. People moved in and out of the house carrying fabrics, jewelry, flowers, and invitations while I stood in the middle of it all feeling completely detached. Measurements were taken and dresses were fitted. Every room was filled with
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke







