The Don’s Faceless Bride Chapter 05
Marco froze, forcing a smile.
“Ava, you’re joking with me, right?”
“This is our wedding day.”
I gave a cold laugh.
“So you do know.”
“But Luca was the one who came to pick me up. He carried me into the wedding car. He’s the one I’m having this ceremony with.”
“And you? Where were you during the pickup? Where were you just now?”
Marco was stunned but quickly pieced it together.
He laughed, reaching for my hand.
“So you found out about the groom-picking thing?”
“Isabella wanted to experience being a bride, so I went along with it.”
“Your parents knew too.”
“But don’t worry—we’re still going to register after the ceremony. That hasn’t changed.”
“Look, here’s our wedding ring.”
Marco pulled out the ring box from his pocket and opened it. It was empty.
His smile vanished as he realized: just moments ago, when the officiant called for the exchange of rings, he’d opened that box and slid my ring onto Isabella’s finger.
Luca let out a contemptuous snort, holding up his hand interlaced with mine.
“Ava already has the ring I gave her. She doesn’t need your invisible diamond.”
Just then, Isabella called.
“Marco, everyone’s waiting for you to toast. Where’d you run off to?”
My parents chimed in too.
“Yeah, the groom needs to be here.”
“Don’t worry about Ava.”
“The guy we hired just texted. Everything’s going smoothly.”
Marco stared at my expressionless face, panicked, and said into the phone,
“We agreed it was just for Isabella to experience it. That’s enough.”
“I drove the wedding car around the city myself.”
“And I went through the entire ceremony with you. What more do you want?”
“Today’s real bride is Ava.”
“Now bring that ring to the hall next door. It belongs to her!”
He hung up and smiled at me.
“They’re coming over right now. Our wedding can continue.”
He glanced sideways at Luca.
“As for the actor you found—he can leave now.”
Luca had already written “annoyed” all over his face. He leaned in and whispered,
“How about we have security throw him out?”
“He’s like a nasty fly—so irritating.”
I patted his hand reassuringly and said, very seriously,
“Luca isn’t an actor I hired.”
Marco froze, looking around. That’s when he noticed the banner over the banquet hall: the groom’s name had been changed to Luca.
He didn’t recognize a single guest in the audience. It finally hit him—I was genuinely going through with marrying Luca.
Just then, Isabella and my parents burst through the door, followed by a large crowd of people.
The seated guests were baffled. They thought it was a wedding raid.
The first to react was Marco’s groomsmen—the six of them exchanged glances, then swore.
“If we’re all here, then who’s that up there pretending to be Marco?”
Luca’s mother first ushered away the two tables of relatives she’d brought, then squeezed over to Luca and whispered,
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Did you steal this wedding or something?!”
Luca was offended.
“Steal?! Mom, how can you think so badly of me?”
“Can’t it be that Ava and I love each other and overcame all odds to be together?”
Their voices were low, but in the pin-drop silence, everyone heard.
Marco was furious. He charged forward and threw a punch right at Luca’s face.