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.

Thalassa, warning her to stop and retreat. I was clear from

Yet, Thalassa persisted.

was cared for did not deter Thalassa Armed with the truth and unwilling to sacrifice her own happiness any longer, she boldly

silently pleading for him to intervene. With their

gestured for security,

cold, commanding look from Lysander stopped

was clear:

the wedding couldn't proceed if Thalassa