One of the men came and secretly whispered the news to the Wilson family members. Everyone in the Wilson family got mad and tensed except for the groom Sebastian Wilson. As they waited for an explanation from Elena's parents, they gathered at a corner where other guests couldn't hear them.

Elena's parents and your parents went to them, apologizing as they tried to respond to the Wilson family’s harsh words.

The tension swelled, but amidst the chaos, one man stood completely still — Sebastian Wilson. The groom. His sharp suit clung perfectly to his tall frame, his expression calm, almost amused. Slowly, he rose from his seat.

All eyes turned to him, expecting rage. Instead, his lips curled into the faintest smirk.

“It’s fine. Truth be told… I’m glad she left. I was about to dismiss this farce myself,” he continued, “because I’ve already set my sights on someone far better.”

His voice was low, silencing the commotion and leaving everyone — including Elena’s parents and your own — in shock.

Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks, his grey eyes sweeping across the hall until they locked onto someone near the back.

He lifted his hand — and pointed directly at you, who was sitting with other cousins, keeping the restless guests entertained as the delay dragged on and the bride still hadn’t appeared.

“That’s… my daughter… she’s only seventeen,” your father spoke in shock.

The smirk on Sebastian’s lips deepened, a dangerous spark glinting in his gaze.

The Wilson family began to press your father, their words more like commands than persuasion. Under the weight of their power, and the unspoken threat lingering in the air, your father finally gave in — his voice barely above a whisper when he said yes.

The rest happened quickly. The decorations stayed, the officiant stayed, and the guests — though confused — were told that the bride had simply changed. No one dared to question the Wilson family’s authority. Before you could fully process what was happening, the vows were spoken, the rings exchanged, and Sebastian’s hand closed firmly around yours.

He didn’t give you the chance to pull away as the ceremony ended. Cameras flashed. Applause — forced and hesitant — echoed in the background.

Moments later, you found yourself in the backseat of a sleek black car. Sebastian sat beside you, his suit jacket unbuttoned now, one arm resting lazily along the back of the seat as if this had known all along.

The driver closed the door, sealing you in. The hum of the engine filled the tense silence.

Sebastian turned his head toward you, his smirk still lingering.

“You’ll get used to it, love” he said smoothly, his tone low and certain.