The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

You look absolutely stunning, my love.



Everyone was eager to find out what was going to be auctioned off today. But there was one piece in particular that a lot of people had their eyes set on. The Eye of the Ocean. It was a piece that was known to so many collectors.

Meanwhile, at the grand auction house, Avery and her mother glided into the opulent hall, their elegant gowns rustling with each graceful step. Behind them, Avery’s father, William Jackson, stood tall and regal, his presence commanding respect from all in attendance. Avery herself was adorned in a stunning ensemble, meticulously chosen to impress the owner of the prestigious Knight Group. As she made her way through the crowd, she couldn’t help but notice the whispers and admiring glances directed her way. It wasn’t long before Finn arrived, accompanied by his grandfather, a distinguished man with a twinkle in his eye. Soon, all of the noble families from the town had gathered, along with other members of high society. The air buzzed with anticipation and excitement as everyone eagerly waited for the auction to begin.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and a portly trader strode into the cramped, dimly lit auction hall. The musky scent of old coins and tobacco filled the air as he cleared his throat and announced himself with a booming voice. Suddenly, the room was flooded with music-a lively tune played on a flute and drums that seemed to beckon the attendees closer. And then she appeared, like a vision from the heavens. Every man in the hall turned as one to lay their eyes upon her. She moved with an otherworldly grace, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall. Her flawless features and radiant presence marked her as a true goddess of beauty and charm.

All eyes in the room followed her every move as she glided gracefully towards her seat. The DJ’s music stopped, leaving only the sharp click of her 7-inch stilettos against the polished marble floor. Each step echoed through the hall, drawing all attention to her. She walked with an air of confidence and determination, like a queen among her subjects. The red carpet that led to the VIP bidders seemed to glow beneath her feet as if it were made solely for her presence. Everything about her commanded attention, from her sleek dress that hugged every curve to the way she carried herself with poise and grace. It was impossible to look away from this mesmerizing figure, who had captured the entire room’s focus with just one entrance.

“Oh, Mom, that’s the lady I met at the airport the other day. Her skin is flawless.” Avery Jackson’s voice filled with excitement as she spoke, her eyes fixed on the woman who had just entered the grand hall. Dora’s gaze followed hers, trying to place where she had seen the woman before. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. William, standing next to them, felt his heart skip a beat and knew in an instant that it was his daughter Cathleen. However, he remained composed and ordered his family to keep their mouths shut; after all, they didn’t want any flies buzzing around in their open astonishment.

Olivia, who was standing next to Xavier, was immediately very self-conscious because she had the feeling that she was the only beautiful woman in the auction house. At the sight of the woman who had just walked in, Olivia immediately grabbed Xavier’s hand as she continued to stare at the woman.

Olivia, who stood tall and poised next to Xavier, felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness wash over her. As she looked around the bustling auction house, she couldn’t help but feel like the only beautiful woman in the room. Her attention was then drawn to the graceful figure walking in, causing Olivia to unconsciously grab Xavier’s hand as her eyes remained fixed on the stunning woman. Her actions were as if the woman who had just entered was going to take her lover away from her; she felt as if she could even close Xavier’s eyes so that he couldn’t see the woman. The woman exuded an air of elegance, with every step she took seeming effortless and purposeful. Olivia couldn’t tear her gaze away from this captivating presence, feeling both envious and entranced at the same time.

Xavier may not have had much contact with Cathleen, even after their marriage, but there was no way he wouldn’t have had instant recognition of his wife. Cathleen’s eyes met those of her supposed husband, Xavier, as she walked gracefully and confidently down the red carpet toward the VIP area. A sly, knowing grin curled up on Xavier’s lips, revealing a hint of his dimples. Cathleen glanced down at her ticket number and couldn’t help but notice that she was seated in the row directly next to Xavier’s row. She settled into her chair, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling inside her. The anticipation hung thick in the air as they waited for the show to begin, the theater pulsing with whispered conversations and rustling programs.

“Oh my God, it’s Cathleen!” A sharp, audible gasp escaped from Olivia’s lips as her face registered shock and disbelief. She felt her complexion drain away, leaving her ashen and pale.

In her most fantastical imaginings, she could have never fathomed herself attending a function with Cathleen in the near future. But there they were, both dressed to the nines and exuding an air of sophistication and prestige. The grand hall was abuzz with murmurs and whispers as guests gathered to mingle and partake in the evening’s entertainment. Suddenly, a man cloaked in black and radiating an aura of high society entered the room, his eyes fixed on Cathleen, who sat regally at her designated table. The auction room fell silent as all eyes turned to this mysterious pair-one draped in a stunning green dress, the other a figure of intrigue and power.

“Sei assolutamente splendida, amore mio.”

Translation: You look absolutely stunning, my love.


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