Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell stood trembling, their eyes bloodshot.
Their gazes locked onto Stella, their voices hoarse with anguish-
“Stella… don’t marry him.”
“I do.”
Right in front of the three men, Stella gave her answer without hesitation.
The entire wedding venue fell into a deathly silence, unnervingly quiet.
Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell’s pupils contracted in shock, hardly believing what they’d heard. Despite being blocked by countless security guards, they fought desperately to push forward, knocking out numerous guards in their attempt.
An overwhelming tide of regret and bitterness washed over them, instantly drowning them in emotion.
Everything that had happened recently replayed in their minds, tormenting them over and over again.
They grew so distressed that their faces turned ashen, their vision narrowing until all they could see was Stella.
“Please don’t marry him, I’m begging you.”
Adrian’s expression crumbled, his typically cold face filled with desperation as he pleaded pitifully.
But Stella didn’t even turn to look at him.
In front of everyone, she announced: “The wedding will continue!”
The host gradually regained composure, suppressing the tremor in his voice to continue the ceremony.
“Now, the bride and groom will exchange rings and share their first kiss as husband and wife!”
Stella opened the ring box and took out two rings.
The three men were nearly driven mad, their eyes bulging with rage. Completely losing all reason, they charged forward like lunatics, determined to take her away.
“Who dares disrupt our family’s wedding!”
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson shouted sternly as their former special forces security guards immediately pinned Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell to the ground.
Knowing their capabilities and the danger they posed, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson had called in dozens of special forces security guards.
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Chapter 8
The guards surrounded the three men, quickly binding their hands and feet and gagging their mouths.
Mr. and Mrs. Wilson called the Hayes, Crawford, and Sullivan families.
Shortly afterward, the three sets of parents arrived with dark expressions, growing even angrier at the sight of their
sons.
“Adrian, Lucas, Maxwell! You three insisted on abandoning Stella before, and today, no matter what, you will watch her wedding to the end!”
“When you drank that glass of wedding wine, your relationship with her was already over. Being allowed to attend as guests was a privilege you had to beg for!”
Each of the parents delivered an unforgiving slap to their son’s face.
Though their faces were struck sideways, Adrian, Lucas, and Maxwell’s eyes remained stubborn and unyielding.
Lucas struggled fiercely, the restraints cutting bloody marks into his wrists, but he seemed not to notice.
The knife–like pain in his chest nearly suffocated him, his body trembling violently with emotion.
“Stella, you can’t marry him. It was all our fault. We remember everything now. We’re sorry…”
He mumbled through the tape covering his mouth, his forehead damp with sweat, utterly consumed by despair.
But Stella never once glanced in their direction.
In front of all the guests, she took James’s hand and slipped the ring onto his finger.
Their hands, both wearing matching rings, intertwined intimately.
Stella gazed quietly at James’s extraordinarily handsome face, feeling no hesitation in her heart.
Even though he had been in a vegetative state for a year, his frame somewhat thinner, the contours of his muscles were still clearly defined.
Professional caregivers massaged him daily, so he didn’t look very different from before.
