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He went down on one knee, right there on the cold concrete of my grandfather’s roof. “Victoria Vermon, will you marry me? Not for the sake of the legacy, and not for the safety of the child. But because you are the only person who makes the world feel like it’s worth saving.” The silence that followed was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. In the past, silence was a threat. It meant a hidden camera, a skipped dose, or a lurking shadow. But here, under the open sky, the silence was a canvas.

Ava whispered, “He’s cute, right? The groom, I mean.” Groom? The word barely made it through the sound roaring in my ears. The next second, the bride appeared, arm linked with her father’s. The gown was ivory lace, trailing like mist. Her veil shimmered beneath the lights. She looked radiant. She looked… happy. And she was walking straight toward him. I couldn’t breathe. The shutter kept clicking as if my camera was mocking me. Silas reached out, took the bride’s hand, and smiled the same soft smile that used to undo me. The one that used to mean home.

Josie Rourke was never supposed to be the bride. She was the plain one. The quiet one. The deaf one they kept in the back room with the calculators while her sister was groomed for a billionaire. Then Vanessa climbed out the bridal suite window forty minutes before the ceremony — and their mother pulled the dress over Josie's head. Just say the words, baby. He has never looked at you. He won't start today. But when Julian Sterling lifted her veil in front of six hundred witnesses, he didn't flinch. He turned his face into the light, made sure she could see his mouth, and said eight words that blew her life apart: "I know who you are. I asked for you." He didn't marry the wrong sister.

"Cassandra Alicia Hastings, do you vow to take Sebastain Williams Spencer your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, obey and Cherise, in love, health and in sickness, through sorrow and pains for all the days of your life?" When it was my turn to say the vows, silence consumed me. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I can't do this

“I wouldn’t want my friend to pass through the same predicament, so please… I beg of you.” Silence descended after her bold speech. It stretched so long she wondered if she had overstepped, if she should have run out while she still had legs strong enough to carry her. But Aiden was quietly moved by her loyalty. For a brief moment, he almost revealed that the marriage wasn’t entirely contractual—the truth perched dangerously on his tongue. But he was in unfamiliar emotional territory, and the uncertainty of what awaited him made him cautious.

THE WRONG VOW (Mistakenly Married to a Ruthless Billionaire) Chapter 2:The Billionaire's Bride Silence. The entire wedding hall fell deathly silent. More than a thousand guests stared at the woman standing at the entrance. Victoria Harrington. The real bride. Her white wedding dress was torn, dirt stained the hem, and tears streamed down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Emily felt her knees weaken. She looked at Victoria. Then at Alexander. Then back at the wedding guests.

The door opened with a sharp thud as he pushed it. There she was—his new bride. Lying on the bed like a silent shadow, her face still covered by the veil she had worn since the wedding. She flinched at the sound of the door, slowly pushing herself up on the mattress. But she didn’t say a word. Of course she didn’t. His eyes narrowed. "You really are mute, aren’t you?" he said coldly, voice like a blade. She didn’t respond. Just kept looking down. He took a step closer, eyes burning with anger, confusion, and betrayal.

the technician replied nervously. Mrs. Voss clasped her hands together, nodding slowly. “This wedding must be flawless.” “It will be,” Mrs. Steele said firmly. “It has to be.” Upstairs, far from the music and chatter, the hotel suite felt suffocatingly quiet. Evelyn paced across the room in bare feet, her heels abandoned near the vanity. Her wedding robe trailed softly behind her, brushing against the carpet with each restless step. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand, her knuckles pale from the pressure.

My fingers brushed against his, and a jolt, entirely unexpected, shot up my arm. It was just static electricity, I told myself fiercely. It had to be. His fingers closed around the card, his gaze still pinned on me, dissecting me. The crowd was still silent, watching this unbelievable spectacle. “It was an accident,” I said, my tone final. I gave him one last, cool look, then turned and began to walk away, my heart hammering against my ribs so violently I was sure everyone could hear it. I had taken exactly three steps when his voice stopped me, cutting through the murmur that had started up again.

She started as we climbed down the stairs, and I figured she was showing me the house. Another thing he must have ordered them to do. But something was different as we walked. Eyes were on us, hushed whispers like the one back at Serene’s pack. They were looking at me, their eyes so judgy and so hard. The Alpha’s bride… She can’t speak? A mute Luna? How could a so-called princess be like that? I kept my head down, shame curling in my gut like smoke. The maid stopped in what I assumed to be the dining room, the table assorted with various fruits and breakfast.