Chapter 39 – The Billionaire’s Wedding

The day had finally arrived.

The sky was a brilliant blue, completely clear, as if blessing this grand occasion. The majestic castle Alistair had chosen was now filled with distinguished guests—powerful figures from different countries, business tycoons, celebrities, and aristocrats—all gathered to witness the marriage of the most influential man in the business world to a woman who, just months ago, had been a nobody.

But today, Celeste was no longer just an ordinary woman. She was about to become the wife of a billionaire.

—*

Inside the spacious bridal chamber, Celeste sat in front of a grand mirror, staring at her own reflection.

The ivory-white gown draped around her body felt weightless, as if she were part of a dream. This was not just any gown—it was an exclusive masterpiece designed by a renowned designer, adorned with delicate lace and tiny diamonds that sparkled with every movement she made.

Behind her, a team of stylists worked meticulously, perfecting her hair, while a jeweler ensured that the diamond tiara atop her head sat flawlessly.

Yet, beneath all the luxury, her heart was filled with uncertainty.

Was she truly ready?

Would this decision destroy her?

—*

Meanwhile, in another room, Alistair was adjusting his perfectly tailored black suit.

The man looked impeccable, exuding an aura of dominance and control. But today, there was something different about him—a rare sense of calmness.

He glanced at his watch before turning to one of his assistants. "Make sure everything runs smoothly. There must be no mistakes."

"As you wish, Sir," the assistant replied with a bow.

Alistair took a deep breath. Today, Celeste would become his—completely. And he would not allow anyone, or anything, to stand in the way of that.

—*

As the wedding bells began to chime, Celeste stood behind the grand doors that would soon open. Her heart pounded wildly.

"Are you ready?" a soft voice asked from beside her.

Celeste exhaled slowly. Was she ready?

She didn't know. But she knew one thing—after this, there would be no turning back.

The massive doors swung open, and as she stepped into the grand hall, all eyes turned to her.

And at the end of the aisle, Alistair stood, waiting for her with a gaze so intense and possessive.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, Celeste knew—no matter how much doubt filled her heart, this man would never let her go.

Her steps felt weightless, almost as if she were floating, yet her heart pounded so loudly it echoed in her ears. The long white gown trailed behind her, gliding over the golden marble floor with every graceful step she took.

Every pair of eyes in the room was locked on her—some filled with admiration, others with curiosity.

But the most piercing gaze of all came from the man standing at the altar.

Alistair, clad in his perfectly tailored black suit, looked like a vision of power and control. His hair was neatly styled, yet there was a softness in his eyes that was rarely seen. As Celeste moved closer, his sharp gaze never wavered from her.

He did not smile. He did not display any exaggerated emotions. But there was something in the way he looked at Celeste—something that made it clear that she was the most precious thing in his world.

Her steps slowed for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around the bouquet in her hands. Was she really doing this? Was she truly going to marry this man?

Perhaps there was still time to turn around and run.

But then, Alistair extended his hand toward her.

All hesitation vanished.

Almost involuntarily, her hand lifted, her small fingers brushing against his warm, firm palm. The heat of his touch seeped into her skin, grounding her, consuming her.

Their gazes locked once again. Without a word, Alistair pulled her closer, his grip firm—reminding her that this choice was no longer something she could escape.

The officiant at the front of the hall began to speak, his voice echoing through the vast room.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of Alistair Montgomery and Celeste Laurent…"

The words drifted around Celeste like a distant melody. It all felt surreal. Like something happening to someone else, not her.

Until the officiant turned to her, signaling that it was time for them to exchange vows.

Celeste swallowed hard. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest. But before she could even utter a word, Alistair's hand—still holding hers—tightened slightly, silently reassuring her that everything would be fine.

"Alistair Montgomery," the officiant's voice rang out, "do you take Celeste Laurent to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love her in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

Without a hint of hesitation, the man answered.

"I do."

His voice was deep, steady, and absolute. No doubt. No fear.

The officiant then turned to Celeste.

"Celeste Laurent, do you take Alistair Montgomery to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love him in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

For a moment, hesitation gripped her.

But as her eyes met Alistair's, something in his gaze made her want to believe.

There was only one answer.

"I do."

Applause erupted throughout the hall as a diamond ring slid onto her finger, sealing her fate.

And then, the words Celeste had been anticipating—words that sealed her new reality.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Celeste's breath hitched as Alistair stepped closer.

Without wasting a second, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her—right in front of everyone.

The kiss was deep, demanding, and filled with possession.

And when their lips finally parted, only one thought echoed in Celeste's heart.

There was no turning back.

She was now Alistair Montgomery's wife.