The Ex-billionaire's Bride
Ep-1
The wedding hall was an expansive, grand structure, its high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow.
The walls were draped with delicate garlands of white lilies, their sweet scent filling the air and lending an ethereal quality to the setting. These flowers also lined the aisle, creating a fragrant pathway that seemed to beckon the bride toward her fate.
Despite the hall's grandeur, it felt strangely empty, almost desolate. Only one guest occupied the numerous seats meant for friends and family, a silent observer amidst the sea of empty chairs.
At the front, a solemn priest stood, his eyes reflecting the weight of the ceremony he was about to conduct.
The groom, towering at 6.5 feet, with broad shoulders and a muscular build, seemed almost too large for the occasion.
His suit, though freshly pressed, bore signs of previous wear—a faint fray at the cuff, a slightly worn hem—subtle indicators of a life far removed from the opulence this hall suggested. The suit’s tight fit hinted at a man who had outgrown his past in more ways than one.
In the midst of the awkward silence, the heavy wooden doors of the hall creaked open. The sudden sound echoed, breaking the stillness.
The bride appeared at the doorway, clad in a long white wedding dress that exuded luxury. The intricate lace details and the flowing train gave her the appearance of a princess stepping out of a fairy tale. Her veil cascaded down her back, a delicate cloud trailing behind her.
She held a bouquet of lilies, their pristine petals symbolizing purity and renewal, and their sweet fragrance mingling with the lingering scent of the lilies adorning the hall.
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