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.

butter her up a little more. What

in his arms and nuzzled his

said, “Avery will lose her mind if she finds out that you’ve been

head. She took

around her gown and held

father was admitted into hospital when his

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

the boyfriend who

said that he would marry

were

Avery clenched her

endured her stepmother and stepsister’s bullying for her father’s sake.

too stupid

no longer allow them

would take back all

wedding ceremony

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

vows and put on her own

crowd looked puzzled, but she paid

was Mrs. Foster, and she was

in the palm of his hand, did not

……

Avery was

city’s affluent

properly take in the mansion’s layout, Mrs. Cooper had dragged her to the

eyes were immediately drawn to the man on the large bed.

face, and he exuded a

but his handsome face made

not sick, Avery would have never

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