The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The bride, her arm looped through her father's, made her way slowly towards the groom. "This moment," the officiant announced into the microphone, his voice echoing through the hall, "is sacred. Let us bear witness to a wedding filled with love and devotion."

Applause filled the air.

As the music swelled, a sweet, melodious tune, Rosalind beamed with happiness. Supported gently by Joshua, she took each step towards Lysander with grace and anticipation.

Finally, she stood before Lysander. Joshua, with a tender touch, placed Rosalind's hand in Lysander's. It was a careful gesture, one that resembled entrusting a precious treasure to another's care. Lysander's gaze was intense as he looked at Rosalind, not moving his wheelchair or attempting to approach her. As he tightened his grip on the armrests, preparing to reach out, a voice pierced through the crowd, "I object to this marriage!"

The statement, loud enough for all to hear, drew every eye to its source. A woman, dressed in simple attire with a bandage across her forehead, stood with a solemn face and piercing, clear eyes fixed on Lysander.

At the sound of her voice, Lysander's deep gaze wavered for a moment, his breathing growing heavy.

His previously smiling face darkened, and his eyes, aged with wisdom, fixed sternly on Thalassa, warning her to stop and retreat. I was clear from his demeanor that Thalassa

Yet, Thalassa persisted.

deter Thalassa Armed with the truth and unwilling to

Rosalind's nerves flared. She tugged at Joshua's hand, silently pleading for him to intervene. With their wedding on the line, she

for security,

But a cold, commanding look

was clear: no guard

couldn't proceed