It was spring in M country.
A grand wedding between the offspring of two rich and powerful families was taking place.
The twenty-six-year-old bridegroom, Harvey Will, was the successor of the multi-billion-dollar Will Group. The bride, Truda Broad, was twenty years old and was the treasured daughter of the great Broad family. The union of the two powerful families was a sensational alliance in the international business community.
The wedding was being held in the largest church in the country. Everything was ready.
The wedding started at ten o'clock as scheduled. At the front of the church was a pedestal built of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred red roses. It was there that the newlyweds would exchange their vows. The pastor was waiting.
Zoe Gunter was very excited to be one of the bridesmaids. She was walking behind Truda holding her six-meter-long veil. The entire wedding was romantic and beautiful.
The guests took their seats. Everyone was quiet, and the wedding music was played.
The neat red carpet stretched all the way to the front part of the church. At its end, stood a man in a classic black tuxedo. His long legs were wrapped in neatly cut trousers. He stood tall and straight like a medieval prince. His features were well-defined like a beautiful sculpture. His dashing sharp eyebrows reached his temples, his nose was as high as a mountain, and his lightly closed lips were thin and sexy.
His black eyes were as bright as obsidian, and as deep as an endless abyss. He was looking at his bride with a meaningful smile on his face.
Zoe and the other five bridesmaids left the bride three meters away from the altar and stood aside in a line, preparing to join everyone in blessing the couple and witnessing their most sacred moment.
Truda smiled. Through her veil, she could hazily see the man's unusually handsome figure. Her dream was finally going to be realized.
She took a deep breath and stood face to face with him.
The wedding march had reached its climax.
The highly esteemed pastor finally started the wedding ceremony.
His holy and clear voice resonated loudly in the large church.
When he had finished the readings, he looked at Truda and asked, "Do you Truda Broad, take Harvey Will as your husband, devoted partner, and companion?"
Truda did not hesitate. She replied with her voice full of joy. "Yes, I do."
Then, the pastor turned to the noble man next to her and asked again, "Will you Harvey Will, take Truda Broad as your wife, devoted partner, and companion?"
Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the the couple to exchange their vows.
At that moment, his deep low magnetic male voice sounding like a cello rang out, "I do not."
The whole audience was taken aback and a thunderous agitation ran through the church.
Truda lifted her veil abruptly and looked at him, flabbergasted. "Harvey, what are you saying? Don't you want to marry me?"
Harvey did not say anything else. He took out a small diamond ring box from his pocket and sneered, "But since today is my wedding day, I will definitely get married! My bride will be another woman though."
Zoe was as stunned as everyone else. She covered her mouth with her hands and her bright eyes widened. 'Oh my God! What the hell is the groom up to? Why doesn't he marry Truda?' she wondered.
Harvey's eyes were as deep as the night sky. His gaze swept over the dumbfounded guests. He then scanned the assembled crowd and his eyes finally landed on the six bridesmaids. The bridesmaids were breathless, each of them too stunned to meet his gaze.
So was Zoe. She didn't understand why the groom was looking at the bridesmaids.
The groom stepped forward on his slender legs, and with his powerful aura, strode steadily toward the line of bridesmaids.
