Chapter 1

It was the day of Avonsville socialite Avery Tate’s wedding, but there was no groom in sight.

The groom, Elliot Foster, had been in a vegetative state since a car crash half a year ago. His doctors said that he was not going to make it until the end of the year.

In a grief-stricken act, Elliot’s mother decided to arrange a marriage for her son before he met his untimely end.

The Fosters were one of the wealthiest families in Avonsville, but no socialite in her right mind would want to marry a man who was knocking on Death’s door.



Avery sat at the vanity with her slender figure gracefully dressed in a white wedding gown. With her elegant makeup that brought out the exquisiteness of her pale complexion, she looked as delicate as a budding red rose.

Yet, there was an uneasiness in her almond-shaped eyes.

There was only another 20 minutes until the ceremony, and Avery was frantically sliding her fingers across her phone screen, anxiously awaiting a text message.

She had a boyfriend before she was forced to marry Elliot, and it was a terrible coincidence that he just happened to be Elliot’s nephew, Cole Foster.

However, they had never made their relationship public.

Avery had texted Cole the night before in hopes that they would escape Avonsville together and elope. She had stayed up all night waiting, but she never got a reply.

She could wait no longer.

Avery rose from her seat, clenched her hand around her phone and made up an excuse to leave the room.

She hurried down the corridor and froze in her tracks as she walked past one of the rooms.

Avery heard the sound of her sister, Cassandra giggling delightedly through the slightly ajar room door.

for you to go to her, Cole! Maybe you should go and butter her up a

and nuzzled his thin

“Avery will lose her mind if she finds out that you’ve been spending

her head. She

her fists around her gown and held back

hospital when his company

the benefits. She had made it sound like the marriage was

was the fact that the boyfriend who said he

Cole urged her to carry on with the wedding. He said that he would

hopes and dreams were crushed, and she

voices in the room intensified, Avery clenched her fists, and her eyes turned

she endured her stepmother and stepsister’s bullying for her father’s sake. She suffered through all kinds of injustices for

was too stupid and

she would no longer allow them to take her

take back all that was

ceremony began shortly

bouquet of flowers in her hands, Avery walked down

own vows and

crowd looked puzzled, but she

was Mrs. Foster, and

to hold Avonsville in the palm of his hand, did not have


was sent to

was located in the heart of the city’s affluent district and cost over 150

could properly take in the mansion’s layout,

to the man on the large bed. She slowly walked over and carefully watched his

chiseled face, and he exuded a majestic aura

all that time indoors, but his handsome face made one unable to take their

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