Through The Gate Of Love

‘Is this the right thing to do?’Cressida’s hand hovered over the door lever, her mind racing with doubts. What’d she find inside? The weight of uncertainty pressed down on her, making her heart feel like lead.She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. “I can do this,” she whispered, pushing open the door.A chill ran down her spine as she stepped inside, and her forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Her legs felt heavy, as if rooted to the spot. What was wrong? Was it the anticipation of what she might find, or something more?The memory of the mysterious message still lingered in her mind. A photo of her husband, supposedly on a business trip, wrapped in another woman’s arms. The image had burned itself into her retina, fueling her curiosity. ‘Who’s this lady?’ As she exhaled slowly, her hand instinctively pressed against her chest, bracing herself for the worst. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her. Her gaze lifted, and her eyes wi

“Wow!”As the intricately crafted gates swung open, Cressida's eyes widened in awe, drinking in the grandeur of the Palmers mansion. The luxurious car glided smoothly up the winding driveway, its tires crunching on the gravel beneath. Her gaze roamed over the mansion’s sleek, modern facade, where floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the sunlight, polished chrome accents gleamed, and creamy white stone that radiated warmth—lush greenery and meticulously manicured gardens surrounding the mansion created a tranquil oasis.As the car drew to a stop before the grand entrance, a liveried chauffeur, resplendent in his tailored coat adorned with the Palmer family’s crest, sprang into action—opening the door with a courteous smile.Cressida gently emerged onto the driveway, her stilettos clicking crisply on the polished stone. Rowan, dressed in impeccable attire, stepped forward, her head bowed in respect. She placed her right hand over her left, positioning them on her stomach as greeted Cress

The car pulled up in front of Velvet Vogue, the city’s premier fashion design house, owned by Nalina, a renowned Indian designer and an old acquaintance of Alaric’s.Cressida’s face lit up with excitement as she gazed at the company, her long-held dream about becoming a reality. She’d always coveted a design from Velvet Vogue, but Linet had vetoed the idea for her first wedding, despite their financial means.Easton took down the wheelchair from the trunk and positioned it beside the car, carefully assisting Alaric into it. After Alaric was settled, Easton grabbed Cedrissa’s dress, juggling it with the wheelchair as he prepared to push it forward. Just as he took a step, Cressida appeared at his side, a warm smile on her face, a gentle nudging as she edged Easton aside. “Let me help with this.” She said, her voice soft.“We shouldn’t be repeating the same thing, should we? I told you not to babysit me,” Alaric said, his voice a harsh reminder. “Easton’s job is to take care of me. If y

In the evening~As Cressida emerged from the room, her heels clicked against the floor, drawing attention to her stunning appearance. The floor-length black gown hugged her hourglass curves perfectly, complemented by a delicate diamond necklace that sparkled against her radiant skin. A light dusting of powder enhanced her natural complexion, while wine lipstick added a touch of elegance to her soft lips. Her blonde hair was styled in a classic bun, secured with a dainty silver hairpin that added a subtle touch of sophistication.Amabel, resplendent in her knee-length gown, waited eagerly in the parlor. She had deliberately stayed out of the room since Alaric was inside, and as soon as Cressida appeared, she hurried over, her eyes widening in admiration. “Wow!” she exclaimed, taking in Cressida's entire ensemble. “You look stunning in this. Felix certainly knows how to pick out a dress. The fit is perfect!”“The dress is from Felix?” Cressida asked, her voice tinged with gratitude.Am

Cressida stepped out of the bathroom into a scene of opulence—jewelry boxes spilled across the floor, dresses draped across the bed, while Alaric sat motionless in his wheelchair beside the bed, his expression inscrutable.Her gaze danced between the glittering boxes and the dresses, her eyes lingering before snapping to Alaric. “What’s all this?”“A dozen jewelry sets and dresses, all from the same brand, Felix once ordered something that made you think he’s the best.” Alaric responded, his gaze drifting over the jewelry and clothes.Cressida’s face scrunched up in disdain. “It’s laughable that someone as driven as you would stoop to this level just to be petty.”Alaric’s jaw clenched, annoyance bubbling up, but he took a deep breath, keeping his tone measured. “I’m not being petty.” He protested, but Cressida doubled over, laughing again, making his rage simmer just below boiling point.He ground his teeth, slamming his fist on his thighs. “I said I’m not petty!” His voice rose despi