"Oh no, Miss Wallace has married a street rat!"
In the Wallace family's study room, the assistant anxiously handed his cell phone to Wayne Wallace.
As soon as Wayne saw the wedding certificate photo published on the Facebook, his face turned ashen, "What an impudent act from Belen Wallace! To evade our engagement with the Franco family, she married another man instead. Isn't this a direct slap in the face to the prestigious Franco family?"
In the capital, the Franco family's influence is tremendous. Those who have provoked the Franco family never ended well!
Right now, we must find a way to preserve our safety.
Wayne took a deep breath, his brows furrowed deep in thought. After a while, he left the bedroom and entered the living room.
In the living room, Ellen Wallace was leaning against the sofa, eating chips, cheerfully binging her TV dramas.
Yet in the next instant, the TV screen suddenly went black.
"Ellen, you listen to me!"
Wayne’s solemn voice rang out. "Your sister refused to marry Mr. Edward Franco and went behind my back to marry another man."
"We can't afford to offend the Franco family. Now the only solution is for you to impersonate your sister and marry Mr. Edward! I raised you for many years; it’s your turn to repay my kindness.”
Upon hearing this, Ellen sneered coldly, "I heard Mr. Edward isn't long for this world. I would end up a widow if I married him! I’m not crazy; I won’t marry him”!
Wayne took a deep breath. "the Franco family promised that as long as you marry him, they will give a dowry of three billion!"
Hearing this, Ellen, who had been munching on chips, paused. There was a spark in her eyes, and she replied, "Alright, I'll marry him!"
No need to play the role of a dutiful wife, just wait for Mr. Edward's demise, and then she could use the three billion dowry to buy houses and cars in the capital. From then on, she would not need to bear the hardship of working, just eat, drink and shop, becoming a happily rich young woman.
When I grow older and feel lonely, I can always keep a handsome youngster by my side. Just thinking about this makes my life incredibly delightful!
As for the fortune-teller's prediction that Mr. Edward could miraculously recover, Ellen firmly does not believe it. Moreover, the Franco family had no intention of honoring the arranged marriage when it was proposed, they didn't even bother to ask the name of Miss Wallace. If Ellen marries into the Franco family, won't her identity be exposed at once?
A week later at the Franco family villa.
The villa is shrouded in colorful lights. Red "happiness" characters are put up on the doors and walls, creating a wonderfully festive atmosphere. However, the number of guests attending the wedding is relatively small, only direct relatives of the Franco family are sitting on either side of the venue.
In the center is the bride, Ellen, who is bowing in ritual to a rooster.
After the ritual, Zoe Petersen, Edward's mother, with tears welling up in her eyes, helps Ellen to get up, and says in a choked voice, "You should go upstairs to accompany Edward. He's in the first room upstairs. If you need anything, feel free to command the maid.”
"Alright." Ellen obediently nods.
At this time, a relative next to her suddenly speaks out, "Just look at the bride's face, it's an obvious indication of bringing fortune to her husband. Now that the ceremony is over, Edward might awaken very soon."
"That's right! That's right!" The relatives echo in unison.
Hearing the words of the relatives, Zoe takes a closer look at Ellen’s innocent and lovely oval face, feeling a wave of relief in her heart.
Listening to the relatives' comments, Ellen can't help but make fun in her heart. My mother really gave birth to me with a face that looks like I could bring about a miracle. However, it's a pity they're all going to be disappointed this time.
Ellen took it as a joke and then proceeded upstairs.
Upon reaching the room, she noticed a young man lying on the bed as soon as she entered.
She took a few steps closer, only to see that the man on the bed was motionless, his face pale and bloodless, reminiscent of a corpse.
Terrified, she quickly used her palms to cover her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then mustered up the courage to peek at the man through the gaps between her fingers.
Though the man's eyes were tightly closed, his facial features were well-defined and smooth, his eyebrows pronounced and his nose prominent. A clear-cut handsome look that would capture hearts effortlessly.
"If this face were to enter showbiz, it could totally be considered godly!"
Ellen muttered to herself quietly, then lowered her hand, leaning forward to check the man's breath with a fingertip,"There's barely any breath going on here, did he die or something?"
Having said this, she suddenly felt a jolt of fear, leaning her face even closer to the man's, and carefully lifted his left eyelid.
However, in the next instant, she wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but she thought she saw the man's left eyeball move a bit.
She blinked vigorously, then confusedly shifted her gaze to the man's other eye.
In the next second, that eye suddenly opened.
Immediately, a pair of distinct, icy eyes were staring directly at her.
"Ah..." Ellen shrieked in fear, her body suddenly sprang back, and as a result, her foot tripped over a stool behind her, causing her to fall down along with the stool.