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WHISPERED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 4 The Wedding of Convenience

Word Count: 1199    |    Released on: 29/01/2025

as delicate as spun glass, drifted across the huge hall. Gold chandeliers were dripping with crystals, infinite tables cover

ptial ceremony

d his back, Jack stood at the altar, and I couldn't force myself to look at him. Even though his suit was perfectly cut and his stance was impeccable, he could ha

ed, "She looks

is all for show,"

e, your dignity was the one thing no one could take away from you, according to what my fa

there a glimmer of something unintelligible that made my stomach knot. I could hardly hear the wor

s happened

ithout hesitancy or empathy, there was only a robotic move that cemented my position in his life. Even though my fingers were shaking

e bride," the of

his mouth. It was not fervent. It was not romantic. It served only as a seal of the

rough the crowd, his hand lightly resting on my waist. He did a great job portraying the obliging husband, but I knew better. T

a smile that stopped short of her eyes and curled her red lips caught my attentio

ion," I attempted to

y. "Yes, it is special. But, sweetie, exercise caution. Jack's

excused myself and walked to the room's edge. A woman wearing a white gown, her eyes darkened with doubt, gazed back at me from

ice behind me. I turned to see him holding

n, my voice tremulous

Amelia, perception is crucial

watched. Rather, I grabbed the glass of champagne he gave me, feelin

eyes penetrating, "you

e

the gown with trembling hands because it felt oppressive and heavy. Only the distant

door and froze. I uttered, "Com

space. He had loosened his tie, but he was still w

as he said, "You

ath the surface. "Did I? Because I th

ained unchanged. "Amelia, this is wha

finally said. "But that doe

silent struggle of wills. Jack finally took a step toward me, his eyes never l

f the room before I could reply. With my chest heaving from tr

aught si

old, strange handwriting. I reached for it, my fingers shaking, my heart pounding. One shee

place. Never put y

the words became hazy. This was left b

g in my chest, I pushed the message under the pillow. Jack

ed a smile. I responded, "Fine,

for an excessive amount of time. "Get some

as he walked away. One thing was certain: my new life was much riski

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