The Don’s Faceless Bride Chapter 06
“Love each other my ass! I’ll shut your mouth for you!”
The two of them tumbled into a brawl. When they were finally pulled apart, both had bruises on their faces.
Marco pointed at his own purple-and-blue wounds and leaned toward me.
“Look how hard he hit me—”
I ignored him, walked straight to Luca, and whispered,
“Does it hurt? Let me take you to get some medicine.”
He shook his head, refusing to leave, staring at me with pleading eyes, waiting for me to claim him.
I sighed in resignation and finally admitted it.
“I did this willingly.”
“We had a wedding ceremony in front of the officiant and both families, and we are now married as husband and wife.”
My mother happened to walk over and heard that. She staggered, barely keeping her balance, and cried out in disbelief.
“When did I ever agree to this marriage!”
Because they hadn’t been dismissed, the actors they’d hired were still sitting at the head table, dutifully playing my parents.
I looked back and said, with mock shock,
“Mother, Father—what are you doing here?”
“Then who are those people sitting behind me, the ones who gave me away just now?”
My mother choked, speechless.
She’s always been obsessed with saving face. There was no way she’d admit, in front of all these people, that she’d hired stand-ins to attend her own daughter’s wedding.
Watching their colorful expressions, I laughed and kindly answered for her.
“Oh, I know—they’re actors you hired to deal with me, counting on the fact that I can’t recognize faces.”
“Because you all had to go next door to attend the wedding of an outsider and your future son-in-law.”
In just a few sentences, all hell broke loose.
Isabella’s face went pale, then flushed. Her voice trembled as she timidly reached for the hem of my dress.
“Ava, don’t blame them.”
“I’m sorry… I know I’ll never get married.”
“I just wanted to know what it felt like to be a bride.”
I brushed her hand away from my dress.
“So you had my fiancé hold a wedding for you on my wedding day.”
“Isabella, is it really fun to act innocent after getting everything you wanted?”
My mother couldn’t stand to see her being “bullied” and immediately shielded Isabella behind her.
“We didn’t tell you because you’re so petty.”
“Isabella’s your best friend. You couldn’t make it to the rehearsal.”
“What’s wrong with letting her wear a wedding dress and be a bride for once? But you just had to say no.”
“If you’d been a little more generous, we wouldn’t have had to go behind your back!”
I was nailed to the spot, as if I’d been slapped across the face—stinging and humiliating.
On the wedding rehearsal day, I couldn’t make it on time because of a family emergency.
Marco had casually mentioned letting Isabella stand in for me, but I flat-out refused. I even threatened them, afraid they’d go behind my back.
If she dared to wear my wedding dress, I’d cancel the wedding outright.
They thought I was being unfair to Isabella.
So on the actual wedding day—my parents, my fiancé, all of them—they rallied around her.
“Yes, I’m petty. I’m not generous enough.”
“So Marco—and all of you—I don’t want any of you anymore.”
“Luca, let’s go. This wedding isn’t worth it.”
Marco grabbed my hand without hesitation.
“Where are you going?”
“You had a fake wedding to spite us, fine. But you’re actually going home with him?”
Luca had had enough. He squeezed my hand.
I understood. I gave a small nod.
The next second, he pulled two marriage licenses out of his pocket.
“We already got married on the way here.”
“I’m Ava’s legal husband now. Going home together is perfectly legitimate.”