That afternoon, Noah was admitted for pre-op treatment. Soon, color returned to his cheeks, and the doctor said he could attend the wedding as long as he didn’t stay long and returned to the hospital afterward.
White roses decorated the mansion’s grand staircase. Reporters crowded outside the gates, taking pictures of “the millionaire’s mystery bride.”
I wore a simple ivory gown Arthur’s tailor had finished overnight.
Noah stood beside me in a navy suit, smiling as if he’d won the greatest prize in the world. He had no idea I had only agreed to this marriage to save his life.
The doctor said he could attend the wedding.
Arthur’s children stared at me with hatred throughout the ceremony and left as quickly as they could afterward.
That night, Arthur brought me into his office and shut the door behind us.
