The former top heiress of North City was getting married, despite her reputation that was left in tatters for her alleged debauchery.

Naturally, high society was left in an uproar once word got out.

Cordy Sachs, who was dressed in a Franconia designer wedding dress, was looking at the reflection of her dazzling, beautiful face in the mirror.

After dating Kyle Wickham for three years, they were finally tying the knot—he still loved her even though everyone was trying to put her down.

Smiling expectantly with tears welling in her eyes, she reared her chin slightly as she lifted her skirt and started toward the door… only for rolling wisps of smoke to seep through the slit around the door, creeping into the washroom impatiently as if looking for an outlet.

A fire?!

Cordy’s face fell. Pinching her nose as she stepped outside, she found the banquet hall that had been exceedingly lively a second ago now empty.

There was only the thick smoke and fire that seemed bent on consuming everything.

She did not hesitate to head toward the location of the exit in her memory, but she would be lying if she said she was not afraid of the rolling smoke and the blinding flames.

That was when a man suddenly charged inside the hall.

It was Cordy’s fiance, Kyle Jessop.

Seemingly seeing salvation, she cried out as she coughed and spluttered, “Kyle, I’m here…”

Kyle, however, ignored her as he looked around anxiously.

Then, pausing for a moment as if finding his target, he did not hesitate to run in the opposite direction from Cordy, even though every second counted.

Then, as Cordy looked on, he picked up another woman who had been caught within the hall like Cordy and hurried outside.

“I knew you would come for me, Kyle…” Cordy could clearly hear the woman’s enfeebled voice, at once tender and aggrieved. “I was so afraid…”

as if she was bludgeoned, her vision blacking out

to her

Kyle would put everything on the line to save Noel, but not

razor blade, and it

the glass chandelier overhead suddenly came crashing


even as she dropped to

just then and saw Cordy falling behind him—but he never

dashed out of the hall without a care with the other woman in

death, but she could still clearly hear him tenderly assuring Noel, “It’s alright.

‘I’m here now…’

surrounded her but she

watch as that familiar figure slowly disappeared from sight.

to survive—amid her despair, the firefighters arrived just in

and suffered blunt trauma on her right leg—she was unconscious when they got her out, and

the next

early summer day in North City and a ray of sunshine landed on her pale, frail

and the clouds above. Her calm visage showed no emotion, and she was so still she could well

that someone had suddenly opened the door to her ward, and she turned to find

alright, Cordy?” Noel asked tearfully.

of Kyle

you see that your sister cares about you?” her father, Simon Sachs, snapped right then.

Yorkman, could see that Cordy did not want to talk. Sue quickly told him, “Simon, Cordy is

right away, “You probably know by now, but Noel’s the one Kyle actually loves, and it’s a lucky coincidence that the wedding was disrupted. So give them your

despite her fury and she asked Simon,

wedlock! All of North City knows that,

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