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## Chapter 2: The Gilded Cage The silk of the wedding gown felt heavy, cold, and entirely foreign against Vivian’s skin. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bride's private suite, she stared at a stranger. The styling team her Uncle Richard hired had spent five grueling hours transforming her. Her long, dark hair was pinned up into an intricate, flawless chignon, and her face was meticulously painted to mimic Valerie’s sharp, haughty glamour. The heavy diamond necklace resting against her collarbone felt less like luxury and more like a shackle.

she asked, her voice filled with accusation rather than actually questioning if Amelia really did have the time. Amelia turned to look at her. Up close, she could see the disdain the woman was unable to hide behind her sharp green gaze. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was dyed a deep burgundy and wrapped into an elegant French twist. She was wearing a black blazer over a white dress shirt, with a large blue bow tied around her neck. The ensemble was completed with a black pencil skirt, pantyhose, and black stilettos. She had a large diamond-and-silver wedding band on her left hand, along with even more expensive-looking jewelry, making it all too obvious how much she liked to show off

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

I sat back. I called my secreatary as he picked up greeting me morning. "Did you look through thing??" I asked him as he denied. "Sorry sir but the checks are pretty though this time. It's looking impossible. " He said as I cut the phone. "Vicktor. Your uncle is going to be here today to meet your bride since he couldn't attend the marriage. " Mom came from behind as I nodded. My uncle from my mother's side. He is a pretty big deal in house. Since he is a big financial personality in America. He looks after all the money of rich people that transact abroad.

She squealed happily leaving the room after planting kisses on his face. Just as they walked off the red carpet into the building, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and Cole emerged, in a tailored black designer suit that accentuated his chiseled physique. His dark hair was stylishly styled, adding to his irresistible charm. The women in the crowd melted at the sight of him, even married ones couldn't help but swoon, while their husbands shot angry glares in his direction. Cole winked at a stunning woman, who dramatically clutched her chest, her eyes fluttering closed. "Honey, did you see that? He just—" her husband glared at her, and she quickly shut her mouth, her face flushing with emb

"Let me explain what the night gown is doing in my bedroom," The gown is what i had purchased as a surprise gift for Julia, intending for her to wear it on our wedding night. However, Julia disappeared suddenly, and i was left with the unopened gift, which I have to give you now as my bride which you are. Olga felt sad at the moment that she's settling as second best and that Zane might never truly love her. I nodded and said thanks. Collecting the wear from him...

Her voice cracked as she continued, "I endured it when it was Marianne. You said you loved me, but then you went ahead and married Britney instead. How am I supposed to believe you truly care about me?" Tony sighed and stroked her back, his voice laced with practiced tenderness. "Come on, don’t talk like that,” he coaxed. “You know I married Britney because she knew all my secrets. She was the one who came up with the plan to destroy Marianne and take over her wealth. We worked together to pull it off.” He pulled her in tighter, murmuring against her ear. “If I hadn’t married her, she would’ve destroyed me.”