Semua Bab His Regret: I'm with his uncle now : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The Silverwood × Murphy-Magnolia wedding wasn’t just a wedding, it was an event. The kind that made the society pages before it even began. Martha’s Vineyard had seen its fair share of luxury gatherings, but this? This was on another level. The kind of celebration that whispered old money with every polished surface and designer bloom. The entire estate was alive with movement. Caterers hurried through the back entrance, balancing trays of crystal champagne flutes and hors d’oeuvres so delicate they looked like artwork. Rows of white tents stood on the sloping lawn, their fabric rippling softly under the sea breeze. Dozens of staff in black and white bustled about, setting tables draped in ivory linens. Gold cutlery gleamed in the morning light, each piece carefully aligned to perfection. Florists moved like artists at work. Fast, focused, and extremely quiet. White roses, orchids, and peonies were arranged in towering glass vases, surrounded by soft greenery and flickering can

The Silverwoods were the kind of family everyone knew. Old money. Power wrapped in charm. Their name was always somewhere in glossy magazines, on donation walls, in whispers. Their mansion sat just outside Edgartown, near Katama Bay, where open fields rolled into the Atlantic. The driveway stretched forever, lined with oaks and hydrangeas in full bloom. The house came into view like it was showing off. Pale stone. Endless windows catching sunlight. There was a dock for the yacht, a helipad behind the trees, and gardens so neat it almost felt rude to breathe too close. Even the staff looked like they came from a catalog. Cassie looked out the window of the car and said, “They really haven’t changed.” Warren leaned forward from the back seat, sunglasses hanging from his shirt. “So this is where the love story is going down?” “Looks like it,” Arden said, eyes ahead as the convoy turned down the long lane. “Welcome to the Silverwood kingdom.” Cora, sitting in the passenger seat, po

"Here," Arden said, handing Cassie a towel as he balanced an ice pack on his face. She gave him a look before accepting it. Arden was avoiding her eye at all costs. Cora just sat there, stunned. And Warren, he seemed the least surprised by everything. He was on his phone, texting. That told Cassie and Cora that he probably knew what was going to play out tonight. They were back at the mansion. What would have usually been a forty-five minute ride became three hours. Taking into consideration that the wedding was done at night, the chaos had people going home earlier that expected, and everyone wanted to be in attendance so people stopped outside the Silverwood estate just to catch a glimpse over anything. They were unlicensed drones flying into the property here and there. It really was the event of the summer. And Arden's party made sure no one would ever stop talking about. Misty insisted on getting the ceremony finished. From what Cora could gather, they did. She wanted to

Cassie stepped out of the car, smoothing her pants with shaky hands. She drew in a long breath, willing her nerves into silence. I'd been a while since she was in a corporate space. From the window, Cora flashed her a thumbs-up. “You got this, girl. You look amazing.” Cassie gave a quick smile, then turned to face the towering building ahead. Her heels clicked against the polished pavement as she walked inside. The lobby was sleek, modern and cold. The whole floor was alive. Everyone wore a serious face with their corporate outfits. It looked so overwhelming. Cassie walked up to the front desk. A clerk looked up at her with a polite smile. “Hi, I’m here to see Arden Rhett,” Cassie, she said finally after playing with the buttons on her shirt for too long. “Of course, Ms…?” the girl said sizing Cassie up, assessing every article on her body. She gave her a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Cassie,” she said quickly leaning in like she was trying to see the screen. “Or

The words did not settle with Cassie. Her chest tightened, her breath came fast. Did this man just call her the CFO of his whole company? She stood there in stunned disbelief still trying to gather her thoughts when warm, heavy hands reached for hers. One after another, she shook them, her own hand trembling. She tried to smile, though her lips wavered. Her eyes burned. Tears pushed up, but she did not let them fall. She held them back with all her strength. Arden stood apart, watching her with a quiet amusement. He seemed… pleased. Or maybe not. With him, it was always hard to tell. His face gave nothing away. The room grew quiet again. Only hum of the air conditioner, and the sound of papers rustling filled the silence. Then Arden spoke, “We will be having a coming out party.” he said. Heads turned toward him. Arden had built his empire in the shadows. No one had seen him before the wedding. That had been his first step into the open. He was practically a ghost. The execut