Prologue

Nicole took a deep breath as she stepped out of the grand doors of the church, her eyes scanning the sea of faces that awaited her. Her heart was racing, and her palms were slick with sweat as she began to make her way down the aisle. The wedding march played loudly from the speaker, drowning out the sound of her racing heartbeats.

She tried to focus on the faces of her family and friends, but her eyes kept drifting to the rows of celebrities and billionaires seated in the front rows. It was overwhelming, to say the least, to see so many important people gathered in one place just for her wedding day. The pressure was almost too much to bear.

As she drew closer to the altar, her eyes met with those of her groom, the infamous billionaire playboy, Marcus. He looked dashing in his perfectly tailored suit and the look in his eyes as he watched her approach.

As she reached where Marcus stood, she faced him, and her veil still covered her face. The priest began to speak. "Do you, Marcus Russell, take Nicole Zachary, to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for rich and for poor, until death do you part?"

Marcus smiled warmly at her, his eyes filled with love. "Yes, I do," he said, and there was a round of applause from the guests.

Then it was Nicole's turn. "Do you, Miss Nicole Zachary, take Marcus Russell, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for rich and for poor, till death do you part?" the priest asked her.

Nicole froze on the spot. So many things were going through her mind as she remembered how it all began….