Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1180: Then came Collin's turn. He looked deep into Linsey's teary eyes, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and declared with gentle certainty, "Yes, I do." And then, echoing her unrestrained heart, he added softly, "I do, I do." Tears streamed down Linsey's face once more, but this time, she didn't hold back. She rose up on tiptoe and threw her arms around Collin's neck. At the same time, Collin drew her tightly into his embrace, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm. Surrounded by thunderous applause and jubilant cheers, they kissed.

Even with their lips pressed together, Linsey's smile could still be seen, radiant and full of light. Their eyes met again-filled with deep affection and the unspoken promise of forever. "I love you, Linsey." "I love you too, Collin." The End. Linsey and Collin's wedding had become an international sensation. Their journey together, filled with setbacks and triumphs, had inspired countless people who admired how they fought for their happiness. Still, some couldn't help but wonder about fate's strange twists. What if Linsey's former fiancé hadn't left her stranded at the altar?

Would she have ever crossed paths with Collin, whose own bride vanished before their vows? Now, their chapter was about to unfold. Inside the church, Linsey stood at the end of the red aisle, her wedding dress glowing, her gaze locked on the man waiting for her. This was the day she had been dreaming of. After five long years together, she and her boyfriend would finally become husband and wife. With each note from the live band's melody, she took another step toward Felix, her heart fluttering with anticipation.

The priest, solemn and dignified, stood at the altar, Bible in hand, and began the ceremony. "Mr. Felix Wells, do you promise to take Miss Linsey Brooks as your wife in this holy matrimony? Are you willing to stand by her side through every challenge that comes your way?" Ltєѕτ ϲhρτєrs ιn glovєl.оm Felix squeezed Linsey's hand and looked at her with nothing but devotion. His answer was steady and certain. "I do." The priest gave a warm nod before turning to Linsey. "Miss Linsey Brooks, do you take Mr. Felix Wells to be your husband in this holy matrimony?

Do you promise to stay with him through all of life's challenges?" A radiant light filled Linsey's eyes. Before she could say another word, a deafening crash shattered the tranquility of the chapel. All heads whipped around as the church doors burst open, kicked in with force. A swarm of men clad in black suits surged inside. Panic rippled through the crowd. Moments ago, every eye had been fixed on the couple at the altar. Now, all attention shifted to the sudden chaos.

At the center of the black-clad group, a man in a crisp groom's suit rolled forward in a wheelchair, commanding the entire room with his presence. He was strikingly good-looking, but there was a chill in his expression that made people hesitate to meet his gaze. . . .