Chapter 845
No.1
When Isabella declined further assistance, Evelyn didn’t press.
She simply nodded and withdrew to attend to other preparations.
Victoria entered the dressing room just as the hairstylists were putting the final touches on Isabella’s updo.
Isabella sat gracefully before the vanity, her gown flowing around her like liquid moonlight.
The dress featured delicate lantern sleeves and an elaborate train that shimmered under the lights.
She resembled Snow White brought to life—ethereal and utterly captivating.
This particular gown was from the coveted “Sun-Snow Anniversary Collection” by a legendary designer.
It was Victoria’s dream wedding dress.
She had once told Alexander she would wear nothing else on their wedding day.
Yet here was Isabella, draped in that very creation.
And the wedding itself?
Rumor had it Alexander spent over a billion to make it perfect.
For her.
How could he be so blind to Victoria’s feelings?
Isabella noticed Victoria’s arrival and dismissed the stylists with a wave.
“That will be all,” she said smoothly.
No.2
Once they were alone, Isabella turned, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
“Well? Do you think Alexander will approve?”
Victoria’s fists clenched.
Of course he would.
Isabella was radiant.
Her skin glowed.
Her presence commanded attention.
Most women would feel a pang of envy just looking at her.
That kind of beauty didn’t just captivate men—it enslaved them.
In stark contrast, Victoria’s bridesmaid dress was bland and forgettable.
It made her feel invisible.
She bit her tongue, struggling to keep her composure.
Isabelle rose and glided toward her, each step deliberate.
“You’re jealous. As you should be. I told you I would reclaim everything that was mine. The shares. My parents’ affection. Even Alexander.”
She stopped just inches from Victoria.
“You and Alexander still think you can take what’s mine, don’t you? Did you really believe he would destroy me and then marry you?”
No.3
A soft, icy laugh escaped her.
“How naïve.”
“If Alexander abandons you,” Isabella continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “he becomes the husband of the Diamond Boss. He gains power, prestige, luxury beyond imagination. But if he chooses you? He’d have to kill me to get my fortune. Do you honestly think he would risk that for you? A mere adopted daughter with only a ten percent stake?”
Victoria paled.
Isabella’s words struck like a physical blow.
She had always been so sure of Alexander’s loyalty when Isabella was plain and powerless.
But this new Isabella—wealthy, stunning, formidable—changed everything.
Lately, Alexander had been distant, less passionate.
He was a pragmatic man.
Would he really gamble everything for her?
Isabella placed a hand on Victoria’s shoulder, her touch cold and condescending.
“Watch closely, Victoria. Watch how he looks at me. How he desires me. I will make him mine—heart, mind, and soul.”
With that, Isabella swept past her and pulled open the heavy oak door.
As she stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Alexander himself.
He had been coming to check on the preparations.
The sight of her stopped him dead.
No.4
His usually stern eyes widened in awe.
She looked like royalty—elegant, majestic, utterly breathtaking.
His heart hammered against his ribs.
He had never seen anyone so devastatingly beautiful.
It took him a moment to find his voice.
“Is everything ready? The ceremony begins in an hour.”
His tone was softer than he intended, almost tender.
Isabella offered a faint smile, then frowned delicately.
“The shoes are a bit loose. I nearly tripped earlier.”
She lifted the hem of her gown to reveal a pair of exquisite lace heels.
Despite her height, her feet were surprisingly small—elegant and delicate.
The lace was definitely coming undone. It might slip off entirely if she took another step. When Alexander noticed the loose lace, he instinctively dropped to one knee to secure it. Isabella glanced sideways at Victoria, a mocking smirk playing on her lips. It was a deliberate provocation.
Victoria recoiled as if struck. A wave of raw jealousy and pain washed over her, impossible to suppress. She had seen the way Alexander looked at Isabella. She had witnessed the gentleness in his touch. And now… he was kneeling to tie her shoe!
This was not the Alexander she remembered. Not the man who had once loved her and only her. He hadn't even glanced at her in her bridesmaid dress today.
Alexander remained oblivious. After tightening the lace, he stood. "Your gown is too long. It's a tripping hazard. Be careful today. There are many important guests. We can't afford any mistakes."
"Don't worry about me," Isabella said, gathering the train of her dress. She descended the stairs with an elegant grace. Even her silhouette was mesmerizingly beautiful and utterly stunning.
No.5
Alexander's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Was this incredible woman really his wife? She wasn't the disgusting creature he remembered. Against his will, he found himself accepting her presence.
What if they could become a real husband and wife…?
A cold smirk touched Isabella's lips as she felt his gaze follow her.
"Alexander, Victoria… just wait. Your reputations will be utterly destroyed today."
Down in the grand hotel ballroom, the elite guests mingled. Champagne flutes glittered in their hands. The air was thick with the scent of luxury and whispered conversations.
"The Blackwoods are here!" a voice suddenly cut through the murmur.
"What? The Blackwoods? You mean Sebastian Blackwood?"
Sebastian was known to be more sociable. He occasionally attended high-profile functions.
"Not just Sebastian!" another voice clarified, buzzing with excitement. "Sebastian is here, but he's not alone! Another Blackwood is with him!"
"Another? Don't tell me it's Nathaniel Blackwood?"
"Yes! Him! They're at the entrance right now! I saw them with my own eyes!"
"My God! Is that even possible? Nathaniel Blackwood never attends events. He barely shows his face at his own family's parties!"
"I heard he only appears at international summits. And only with other globally renowned figures! He would never come to a wedding!"
"Well, he's here! Look for yourself!"
Every head turned toward the hotel's grand entrance. Under the ornate archway, three figures strode forward on the red carpet. They exuded an aura of innate coldness and supreme nobility, especially Nathaniel. Though he walked behind Sebastian and held little Oliver's hand, he radiated a regal prominence that made the lavish hotel seem dull in comparison.
Sebastian, who usually commanded respect, seemed like a mere backdrop next to Nathaniel. The crowd was awestruck. The heiresses of every wealthy family present flushed, their hearts pounding, breath caught in their throats.
No.6
Nathaniel simply walked. His gaze swept over the surrounding people as if they were insignificant specks of dust, utterly beneath his notice. As he entered the opulent lobby, his sharp eyes immediately locked onto a figure standing near a staircase not far away.
Isabella descended the marble staircase, her wedding gown flowing behind her like liquid moonlight.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Nathaniel Blackwood stood in the grand lobby, commanding the space with his mere presence.
He wore a tailored suit more formal than his usual attire, the dark fabric accentuating his powerful frame.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Why was he here? If anyone discovered their connection...
His gaze lifted, meeting hers across the room.
For a moment, time stilled. She looked every inch the royal bride poised on that curved staircase.
Elegant. Breathtaking.
The fitted bodice of her dress emphasized her slender waist, and his fingers twitched with the urge to pull her close.
But Nathaniel was a master of control.
He glanced away, his expression unreadable, and continued forward with lethal grace.
The Montgomery and Whitmore families surged to their feet, their voices overlapping in eager welcome.
"Mr. Blackwood! What an honor."
"We would have prepared a more suitable venue had we known you were coming."
No.7
"The private lounge is this way, sir. Much quieter."
"May we offer you a drink? Coffee? Tea?"
They tripped over themselves, anxious to please.
Nathaniel's voice was a low, enigmatic rumble. "No need. I've collaborated with Ms. Montgomery before. I'm merely here to offer my congratulations."
Sebastian stepped forward, presenting an exquisitely wrapped box. "A gift for the happy couple from the Blackwood family. May they treat each other with the utmost sincerity and respect."
Sincerity and respect? An unusual blessing for a wedding.
Confusion flickered through the crowd, but no one dared question a word from Nathaniel's representative.
Madam Whitmore accepted the gift, her face flushed with delight. "Thank you, Mr. Blackwood! Thank you! Please, right this way."
She gestured toward a secluded area sectioned off by an ornate silk screen.
Nathaniel moved, his hand resting on Oliver's small shoulder. The boy's eyes had instantly found Isabella on the stairs, his little body tensing to run to her.
A subtle squeeze from Nathaniel stopped him. He scooped the boy into his arms, settling him on his lap. A single, stern look communicated the plan, and Oliver stilled, obedient.