Chapter Thirty One
Amber’s Pov.
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Standing in front of the mirror in therge dressing room, I stared at my reflection in my wedding
dress.
The gown was exquisite, and I couldn’t deny that I looked absolutely beautiful. From the intricate
But despite the outward perfection, a wave of misery washed over me, tainting the joy that should
have apanied this day.
Today was finally the day I would marry into a powerful family like the Romero family, and be
Amber Romero, instead of Amber Grey. It was the day that marked the beginning of my ns for
revenge, but instead of excitement, I felt a mix of anger and misery.
How had I ended up here? How had Kayden and Marlene managed to turn me into a person who was
getting married again for revenge?
The bitterness settled in my stomach as I recalled my first wedding, a day that had been filled with love
and happiness that had now be tainted by betrayal and deceit. The realization that the love had
been one–sided made my blood boil, and it made me feel stupid all over again.
Pushing thoughts of Kayden aside, I reminded myself of the mission at hand. The only thing that still
connected me to that bastard was my desire to destroy him, to make him feel the pain and heartbreak
he had inflicted on me.
And Richard, my soon–to–be fake husband, was the means to that end. He was about to be my steppi
stone, and I, his weapon.
Outside the dressing room, I could already hear the muffled voices of the guests as they chatted and
laughed.
Richard had assured me that it would be a small affair, but I knew better than to believe that. Richard
was a man of influence, and I did not doubt that whether he liked it or not, the idea of
having a quiet wedding would be a burst.
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Taking a deep breath, I steadied my breathing and steeled myself for whaty ahead. I was going to
walk down the aisle alone, a sign of my independence and disconnection from my own family.
Having disowned them, I saw no need to have anyone apany me or give me away. It would be a
silent reminder that no one had any control over me and a reminder that I was in charge of my own
destiny.
As I waited in the dressing room, the minutes ticking away, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of
nervousness and anticipation.
The music was about to start, signaling my cue to make my entrance in the stunning wedding dress
that
had been meticulously chosen. I fidgeted with my bouquet, trying to distract myself from the jumble
of emotions swirling in me.
Just as I was beginning to lose myself in my thoughts, a knock on the door startled me. Assuming it
was the makeup artist yet again, wanting to touch up my makeup for what felt like the umpteenth time,
I called out, “Come in!”
To my surprise, the door swung open, and Naomi, my hired maid of honor, walked in. I blinked in
astonishment, momentarily unable to process her presence. Composing myself, I mustered a smile.
“Naomi, what are you doing here?” I asked.
Naomi bowed curtly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of professionalism and concern. “Hi, Amber, I just
wanted to check in on you. Are you okay?” she asked, her toneced with sincerity.
I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the genuine worry in her voice. “I’m fine, Naomi,” I reassured
her, attempting to appear moreposed than I felt. “Just a few pre–wedding jitters, you know?”
Naomi nodded understandingly. “Of course, I understand. Weddings can be nerve–wracking,” she
replied
her voice empathetic. “I wanted to make sure you were doing well and also fulfill my duty to pretend to
be your longtime friend.”
Her words hung in the air, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude. Though I knew without a
doubt that Naomi was an actress, hired to y the role of a friend I didn’t truly have, her concern
felt genuine. It was a kind gesture amidst the sea of pretense surrounding my make–believe
rtionship with Richard.
A smile broke across my face, and I found myself sincerely thanking her. “Thank you, Naomi. I
appreciate all the effort you’re putting into portraying my long–lost friend. It’s very believable.”
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Naomi returned my smile. “It’s my pleasure, Amber. I want to make this day special for you, just like
any friend would.” Her words resonated in me, and for the first time in a long time, I wondered if
this charade this fabrication of friendship could somehow evolve into something more authentic.
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Just as I opened my mouth to say something more to Naomi, the wedding song began to y, and my
nervousness resurfaced with quickness.
I immediately dismissed Naomi, and a smile on her face as she reassured me that I looked beautiful,
before she hurriedly made her exit from the room.
Alone again, I stared at myself in the mirror, my hands clutching the bouquet tightly. The reflection
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that stared back at me seemed like a stranger–an imposter about to step into an borate
masquerade.
Taking a deep breath, I muttered to myself, “You’re making the right decision. There’s no reason to be
scared of anyone.” The words provided a small measure of reassurance.
I had to believe that I was doing the right thing, even if the path ahead was clouded with deception and
pain.
With my heart pounding, I stepped out of the dressing room and into the corridor. The sight that greeted
me was nothing short of overwhelming.
The grand hall was packed with faces I didn’t recognize, strangers who had been invited to witness
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this borate charade. Even the few familiar faces I managed to spot were people I would have never
imagined attending my wedding.
Through the crowd, my eyes found Richard standing at the end of the long aisle. There was a
calmness in his demeanor, and my breath hitched in my throat as I took in his appearance.
He looked impable from head to toe, every detail perfectly in ce. Despite the fa?ade of our
contract rtionship, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Richard was undeniably a beautiful man.
And in just a few short minutes, that beautiful man would be my husband.
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