Chapter One: The Wedding Twist

As the shiny black car smoothly stopped in front of a tall building, a foot stepped out from the driver's side. The shoe was a fancy black leather loafer, so clean it shone in the sunlight and was showing that whoever owned it was clearly rich and stylish.

The driver got out. He was a tall man in his mid-30s with dark hair, sharp features, and a calm, classy look. He took off his sunglasses, showing his sharp brown eyes that scanned everything around him with a serious look.

In one smooth motion, he took off his casual jacket, revealing a fitted black suit and a neat white shirt underneath. His hair, neatly styled, moved slightly as he walked, making him look even sharper.

He walked towards the building's entrance with long strides, covering the distance easily. As he passed a guard, he tossed his car keys to him without even looking. The guard, clearly used to it, caught them like it was nothing.

Liam Hamilton's eyes narrowed a little as he walked, his whole vibe full of power, class, and wealth. He walked like he owned the place with shoulders straight, head high, full of quiet confidence.

That's Liam Hamilton, the rich heir to the Hamilton family.

When Liam stepped inside, the security guard opened the door for him politely. Liam walked in and looked around, locking eyes with someone waiting by the next door.

James, his assistant, stood there in a sharp suit, watching Liam closely. His face gave away nothing. He stood straight with his hands behind his back, looking calm and patient.

Liam narrowed his eyes as he walked toward James. There was clear tension in the air, like they both knew something big was coming but weren't saying it yet.

When Liam got close, James didn't look away. He just kept staring, his expression serious. The silence between them felt thick.

"Mr. Hamilton, thank God you're finally here," James said, clearly relieved.

"Why did my mother drag me here?" Liam asked, sounding suspicious.

"Maybe you should see it for yourself," James answered vaguely.

"Just tell me. What's going on?" Liam pressed.

James paused, then spoke in a low voice, "Please don't tell Madam I told you, but…she's got Miss Johnson all dressed up in the banquet hall. The moment you open that door, you're walking straight into your own wedding. Right now."

Liam's eyes went wide in shock.

"Great, so I'm the last person to know I'm getting married."

As he turned to walk away, James grabbed his arm.

"Since you're already here, why not just go inside and get married?"

Liam's face tightened with anger.

"If you don't let me go right now, I swear I'll kill you."

James didn't let go.

"If Madam finds out I let you leave, I'm dead."

Liam's eyes burned with determination.

"I am not getting married today. No matter what."

Liam glanced over at the security guard, who was quietly watching the whole scene. His uniform had the word "Security" printed in big letters. Liam's eyes lit up with a plan.

He walked over to the guard without saying a word. Then, he took off his fancy jacket and swapped it with the guard's uniform jacket. He put on the jacket, adjusted it, and grabbed the earpiece, placing it in his ear. His neatly styled hair now had a few loose strands, giving him a more rugged look.

James watched in shock, realizing what Liam was doing.

Liam made a quiet "shhh" gesture to James, putting a finger to his lips, signaling him to keep quiet and not give him away.

Right then, Liam's mother came out of the banquet hall, her eyes scanning the area.

"Where is Liam?" she asked James in a firm voice that still had a bit of concern.

James, caught between Liam's signal and his boss's question, paused for a second. Before he could answer, Liam had already slipped away to the side and disappeared.

James opened his mouth, but it was too late. Liam was gone.

"He…left," James finally said, sounding flat and emotionless.

As Liam tried to sneak away from his mother, he ended up walking into a completely different wedding that was already happening. The room was full of excitement and everyone looked ready for something big. While he was trying to blend into the crowd, a woman with a bright smile and a cheeky sparkle in her eyes walked up to him.

"Hey! Do you want to get married?" she asked in a flirty voice.

Liam's eyes went wide again.

TEN MINUTES EARLIER…

The room buzzed with energy as guests waited for the groom. The announcer spoke into the mic, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the groom, Mr. Noah Smith!"

Everyone clapped loudly. But as the clapping went on, people started to notice something was off. Noah wasn't showing up. The bride, standing beautifully in her wedding dress, was alone at the front. She looked confused.

The applause slowly faded. People began whispering to each other, trying to figure out what was going on. The bride looked around, her face growing more worried by the second.

As things got quiet, Mrs. Smith,Noah's mom, a classy woman who looked young for her age,walked up to the bride, holding a piece of paper. People started whispering again.

"Looks like the groom ran off," someone whispered. "Poor girl's been ditched."

Another person added, "He was too good for her anyway. Did she really think she could marry into the Smith family?" Then with a sneer, "An orphan girl trying to score big."

The bride's face fell when she heard those cruel words, but she forced a smile, trying to stay calm.

"It seems Noah is running a little late," she said.

But before she could say more, Mrs. Smith dropped her glass of wine with a loud crash.

"We're the Smith family, I mean the famous Smiths," she said coldly.

"You really thought we'd let someone like you join our family?"

"If that's how you feel, why go through with this wedding?" the bride asked angrily.

"This was just a lesson," Mrs. Smith snapped.

"I've seen too many gold diggers like you."

Then, mocking her, she shouted, "Noah?! Smith?! Oh, he's not coming."

The bride's eyes widened as Mrs. Smith threw the paper at her. She caught it, looking confused and embarrassed. Quickly, she pulled out her phone and called Noah.

Noah's voice came through, sounding sorry but distant.

"Hey baby, I'm really sorry. My mom wants me to take over the family business. I don't have a choice but to end things. Take the money and live well."

Before he could say more, Mrs. Smith cut in again, her voice full of poison.

"You heard him. You're just a nobody. No one's ever going to marry a gold digger like you."

The bride had had enough. Her anger boiled over.

"Do you think I care about your stupid money?" she snapped.

"I'd never marry a fake like your son!"

She yanked off her veil and threw it on the floor. Gripping her bouquet tightly, she stormed over to Liam Hamilton, who was still trying to wrap his head around everything happening.

"Hey, do you want to get married?" she asked again, her eyes full of fire.