“Darling, you look absolutely stunning today,” Sophia gently touched Isabe’s gown while keeping her gaze soft. “If your father could see you like this today, he’d be overjoyed, I’m sure.”


    As Sophia spoke, she couldn’t help but wipe away a tear. She was currently immersed in mixed emotions, a blend of happiness and sadness.


    How did things end up like this? Isabe looked at herself in the mirror. The makeup artist had done an excellent job of hiding her swollen, red eyes, a result of frequent secret tears in recent times.


    Isabe felt like she had been living a dream these past few days. It had all passed by in the blink of an eye. Every night, she’d cry silently under her nket, especiallyst night. She had cried so hard that she needed medication to even make it to today.


    She had taken her meds earlier in the day, as she might encounter Chloe at the wedding, and her dosage might end up excessive.


    She hoped that Chloe’s absence meant she couldn’t attend, as contacting Isabe in this manner wasn’t typical of her. She didn’t want her to show up, as it could spell disaster.


    The courage she had mustered to deal with Chloe had nearly been exhausted due to these consecutive blows.


    “Isabe, today is your wedding day; try to smile a little,” Sophia affectionately stroked Isabe’s hair and spoke softly.


    Isabe looked at Sophia and replied, “Mom, I can’t smile. I don’t like rk. Right now, I feel like I’m just amodity being traded.”


    “Shh,” Sophia immediately hushed Isabe, preventing her from continuing. “rk is a very gentle man. I believe that you will be happy with him.”


    But Isabe couldn’t make herself feel happier. She hated her appearance, being dressed up like a doll, with heavy makeup, thick mascara, and sparkling lipstick. Even her hair was curled intorge waves.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    She was beautiful, delicate, and fragile, but she was also filled with sadness.


    She wished to escape from the wedding venue immediately. This dreadful ce was making her stomach cramp.


    “Today, there will be many guests at the wedding, including rk’s friends and family, Leo, and Emanuele. Darling, try to put on a good show and think about us,” Sophia said.


    Upon hearing Sophia’s words, Isabe felt even more shattered. Think about them? But had they ever thought about her?


    If they made her marry someone she didn’t like, it would be better for her to die right now.


    Isabe suddenly realized that during this period, she had constantly made sacrifices for Sophia. Yet, Sophia had never thought about her.


    In the end, Sophia covered Isabe’s face with a veil, concealing her emotions.


    Then, Isabe was led through the corridor, stopping in front of a closed door. Happy, cheerful music filled the air around her, but Isabe’s heart grew heavier.


    She felt like crying again.


    Soon, the door opened, revealing the aisle leading to the groom.


    Watching rk in the distance, Isabe felt her legs growing weak. Nevertheless, she had to be led down the red carpet by Sophia and move towards rk.


    Surrounded by guests, some whispered to each other. Even though Isabe couldn’t hear what they were saying, she had to hold her head high, giving herself a more poised appearance. She knew that Emanuele must be seated somewhere down there. She could imagine how satisfied he would be when he saw her marrying rk, considering himself the game’s winner, easily having her under his control.


    But she couldn’t afford to show any signs of destion in front of Emanuele. It would only make him even more triumphant.


    Isabe bit her lip, feeling the pain; it helped her regain someposure. With her head held high, she looked toward rk in the distance. Even though she was already teary-eyed beneath her veil, she needed to present herself proudly.


    Emanuele, the devil, might be able to take away her physical freedom, but he would never strip her of her inner pride.


    “I hope this ends soon,” Isabe wished. She couldn’t stand this environment. It felt like she was going insane.


    Despite her efforts to restrain herself, Isabe couldn’t help but weep. She was overwhelmed by a deep sadness, as if she’d been thrown into a ck hole. At that moment, she couldn’t control her emotions.


    Thankfully, the music at the venue was loud, drowning out her crying.


    The closer Isabe got to rk, the more ufortable she felt. She sensed that everything was falling apart.


    “Isabe, take a pill. It will make you feel better,” Sophia slipped an Estazm tablet into Isabe’s hand. She lifted Isabe’s veil and kissed her on the cheek.


    Then, Sophia escorted Isabe to the altar, where she would sit with Leo. Isabe, already feeling lonely and helpless, now found herself even more despondent.


    She chose not to take the pill and instead discarded it at her feet. At this moment, she hoped that an episode of her fear of confinement might disrupt the wedding’s integrity, and she wouldn’t have to marry rk.


    Just then, a pair of shiny shoes came into her view, and rk’s voice rang out, “Isabe, let’s go. Walk with me.”


    He ced her hand in the crook of his arm, leading her to the priest.


    Isabe’s body trembled uncontrobly; she felt as if she had plummeted into an endless abyss. The fear and despair were so overwhelming that it seemed as though they would only cease at the moment of her death.


    Though a veil separated her from the audience, she could sense everyone’s gaze fixed upon them. Despite the loud music, she could distinctly hear the thumping of her heart, as if it were trying to escape her throat.


    Desperation made Isabe feel as if she could be shattered at any moment. She kept her gaze firmly on the priest, anticipating his verdict of her death.


    When the time came, she was determined to bravely reject the priest’s judgment. She had to.


    “Hello, everyone. We are gathered here today to celebrate the holy union of Emanuele Lombardi and Isabe Gould,” announced the priest.


    Isabe couldn’t believe her ears when she heard the priest’s words. Her face was still wet with tears, but the overwhelming shock had reced her sadness. Her ears buzzed, and she couldn’t hear a word of what the priest was saying. She waspletely stupefied.


    Oh my God, what had she heard? Wasn’t she supposed to marry rk?


    At this moment, Isabe felt the entire world shaking, and she could barely stay on her feet.


    She turned to look at her groom, but it wasn’t the blonde-haired, blue-eyed rk. It was Emanuele, the man with light brown eyes, a stubble, and a strong, cold, demonic presence.


    Yet, Isabe couldn’t help but cry as her tears moistened her eyes, and the man in front of her became blurry.


    She couldn’t even begin to process what was happening. It felt as if she had suddenly been transported from hell to heaven.