It was the day of Avonsville socialite Avery Tate’s wedding, but there was no groom in sight.

The groom, Elliot Foster, had been in a vegetative state since a car crash half a year ago. His doctors said that he was not going to make it until the end of the year.

In a grief-stricken act, Elliot’s mother decided to arrange a marriage for her son before he met his untimely end.

The Fosters were one of the wealthiest families in Avonsville, but no socialite in her right mind would want to marry a man who was knocking on Death’s door.

……

Avery sat at the vanity with her slender figure gracefully dressed in a white wedding gown. With her elegant makeup that brought out the exquisiteness of her pale complexion, she looked as delicate as a budding red rose.

Yet, there was an uneasiness in her almond-shaped eyes.

There was only another 20 minutes until the ceremony, and Avery was frantically sliding her fingers across her phone screen, anxiously awaiting a text message.

She had a boyfriend before she was forced to marry Elliot, and it was a terrible coincidence that he just happened to be Elliot’s nephew, Cole Foster.

However, they had never made their relationship public.

Avery had texted Cole the night before in hopes that they would escape Avonsville together and elope. She had stayed up all night waiting, but she never got a reply.

She could wait no longer.

Avery rose from her seat, clenched her hand around her phone and made up an excuse to leave the room.

She hurried down the corridor and froze in her tracks as she walked past one of the rooms.

Avery heard the sound of her sister, Cassandra giggling delightedly through the slightly ajar room door.

you to go to her, Cole! Maybe you should go and butter her up a little more. What are we going

think she has a choice now that things have come this far?” Cole said as he held Cassandra in his arms and nuzzled his thin

“Avery will lose her mind if

in her head. She took

clenched her fists around her gown and held

hospital

forced her to marry into the Foster family so she could reap the benefits. She had made it sound like the marriage was for the good of the

least expected, was the fact that the boyfriend who said

on with the wedding. He said that he would marry

dreams were crushed, and she could

clenched her fists,

for her father’s sake.

was too

allow them to take her for a

would take back all that

ceremony began

her wedding gown with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, Avery walked down the aisle as soft, romantic music played

own vows and put on her own wedding

but she

she was Mrs. Foster,

hold Avonsville in the palm of his hand, did not

……

was

located in the heart of the city’s affluent district

Avery could properly take in the mansion’s layout, Mrs.

the man on the large bed. She slowly

features stood out on his chiseled face, and he exuded a majestic aura

spending all that time indoors, but his

not sick, Avery

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