His Ex-Wife: The Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 885

The wedding everyone had been eagerly anticipating finally cto pass.

This morning, luck was on their side, with the sun shining warmly, and not a cloud in the sky.

The castle was a sight to behold, adorned with vibrant, fragrant, and beautifully blooming red roses along every

stairway, stretching out from within its walls all the way to the quaint little chapel behind it.

It was like something out of a fairy tale.

Family and friends from both sides were dressed to the nines, glowing with happiness as they gathered outside,

eagerly awaiting the bride's entrance.

"Here comes the bride!"

Evadne's bright and cheerful voice echoed through the castle's grand hall as she, along with Camille and Nydia,

accompanied Marilla. Dressed in a stunning white wedding gown, Marilla looked as pure and beautiful as an

angel, slowly stepping into view.

At this moment, all the men were already at the chapel, leaving mostly the women from both families present,

except for Thaddeus, Jason, and Bennett who had no role in fetching the bride.

Marilla, with her delicate features and serene beauty, looked breathtaking in the simple yet elegant wedding

dress designed by Camille, which highlighted her understated elegance without overshadowing her natural

beauty.

She shyly lifted her clear, doe-like eyes, smiling sweetly.

Next to her, the roses in the castle seemed to have lost their luster, paling in comparison.

Only she stood out, radiant and unmatched.

Despite her diligent efforts to take care of her health, eating well, taking her medications, and resting with

Jareth's support, the winter chill of Bastan still made

her shiver slightly, even under the warmth of her thick, white fur shawl.

"Careful, Marilla," Evadne quickly steadied her, with Nydia and Camille also showing concern.

Marilla looked up at Evadne, her beautiful brows knitting together in a moment of self-reproach.

It was heartbreaking for anyone to see.

Marilla had once been tormented by mental iliness, faced cold stares, and endured hardships. Now, just as she

was about to embrace happiness with the love of her life, fate seemed cruelly intent on taking away her health.

Evadne's eyes welled up with tears, but she gripped Marilla's hand tightly, smiling softly, "It's alright, our Marilla

is just a bit nervous, being a bride for the first time."

"We're here for you, Marilla, don't be scared!" Camille chimed in with a hearty laugh, though her eyes too

shimmered with moisture.

Stepping outside, a vintage, luxurious carriage awaited, ready to whisk away its princess to her fairytale

wedding.

Marilla blinked her clear eyes, taking in her surroundings.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm late!" Aaron arrived, out of breath and sweating.

"You little rascal, why are you only just getting here? Everyone's been waiting; you're the last!" Suri rushed

forward to straighten her son's crooked bow tie and button up his suit jacket, her tone a mix of annoyance and

concern. "Your sister, the first lady, traveled all the way from Helgen, arriving the night before last. What could

possibly be so important that you couldn't escape in time? Making everyone wait just for you, do you have any

shame?"

"Sorry, Mom, the flight was delayed. My fault, my fault," Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking

genuinely remorseful.

"Mom, don't scold him. He's been working so hard on his cases lately, barely has tto sleep. Go easy on him,"

Debby said softly, always the peacemaker.

Aaron, seizing the opportunity, pleaded, "Yeah, Mom, showslove." "Love my foot!"

Suri couldn't help but laugh, even as she poked her youngest son in the chest, "Your sister and brother have

spoiled you rotten, treating you like a prince. You've grown up without a clue, no sense of propriety. You deserve

a spanking!"

At the mention of Hubery, Aaron and Debby fell silent, their hearts heavy.

Suri's eyes too filled with tears, but she quickly changed the subject, "Aaron, look, isn't the bride beautiful?"

Aaron turned, his gaze finding Marilla. Their eyes met in a an, pure exchange devoid of romantic entanglement.

Marilla's smile brightened, waving a red rose in his direction.

Aaron smiled back, his eyes growing misty. The sight of the beautiful bride beca blur through his tears.

He couldn't deny his regrets, but he harbored no resentment, nor did he wish to

rectify what was lost. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

Standing beside the carriage, Thaddeus, in a sleek black suit chosen to avoid overshadowing the groom, looked

dashing enough to make anyone's heart skip a

beat.

As her brother, it was his role to escort his beloved sister to her new life. Watching Marilla approach, Thaddeus’

heart swelled with emotion, his eyes moistening, but his smile was full of joy and pride for his sister.

Marilla, her cheeks flushed with excitement, placed her hand in her brother's.

This moment, watched quietly by Evadne from behind, filled her heart with a complex mix of emotions.

From the moment she fell in love with Thaddeus, she had dreamed of their wedding day, yearning for a grand

celebration that would be the envy of all. She was a simple woman at heart, desiring a love that was loud and

proud.

Because she was Evadne, her love was the most fervent rose among these sprawling hills.

Yet, reality was often harsh and full of twists.

Still, she had faith in him. Everything would cin time.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Just as Thaddeus was about to help Marilla into the carriage, a sweet, urgent voice called out-

Everyone turned to see Stella, daintily running towards them with a delicate black velvet box in one hand and

her dress's hem in the other, rushing to Marilla's side.

True to her princess demeanor, every motion was graceful and composed, a sight worthy of being immortalized

in a painting.

Her most unguarded, chaotic, and disheveled moments, like her first kiss, were all given to Bennett.

The two stunningly beautiful girls faced each other, Marilla blinking in surprise. Stella pressed her lips together,

opening the box in her hands-

A crown of purest silver, adorned with a constellation of teardrop diamonds, suddenly made its grand entrance,

casting enchanting shadows across Marilla's astonished visage, radiating an air of opulence.

It was captivating, utterly intoxicating.

This was no mere piece of jewelry; it was a beacon of royal brilliance, a testament to majesty and power!

From the back of the room, Bennett's heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened in

awe.

In the Helgen royal family, each female member is bestowed a unique crown at birth, a family heirloom to

accompany her throughout life. These crowns are worn only on the most solemn and significant occasions.

And yet, here was this young lady, boldly bringing out such a treasure. Such audacity!

"My goodness. Is that a royal crown? It's stunning!" Nydia couldn't help but gasp, covering her mouth in

amazement.

"Could you imagine the price this would fetch at an auction?!" Camille, no stranger to high society, was equally

mesmerized.

"This is a crown of the Helgen royalty, a symbol of power and status. It's passed down through generations,

never to be auctioned. To do so would be beneath their dignity," someone remarked.

Evadne couldn't take her eyes off the crown, even she, a top-tier jewelry designer, was subdued by its allure.

Just then, Stella lifted her bright, smiling eyes, her voice brimming with joy:

"Marilla, this is my wedding gift to you. Wishing you all the happiness in your new

life."