Chapter 4After marrying the disabled CEO, the family that forced me to marry on behalf of them went crazy with regret.

My wedding and Scarlett's were set for the same day.

Early in the morning, the Sutton mansion was bustling with activity.

Scarlett, in her pristine white wedding gown, beamed with happiness, like a princess held in the palm of their hands.

I, too, had changed into a deep red gown, simple but perfectly fitted.

When Julian came to pick up Scarlett, his eyes immediately found me, also dressed in a wedding gown.

He froze, then a look of disgust spread across his face.

"Stella Sutton, what do you think you're doing?" He walked over, lowering his voice to confront me.

"Do you think wearing a wedding gown will let you steal Scarlett's wedding?"

The narcissism and certainty in his tone made me want to laugh.

"Julian, do you think too highly of yourself? Do you think you're the center of the universe, and everyone revolves around you?"

Scarlett walked over, hooked Julian's arm, her voice mournful. "Sister, are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened again, and she turned to my parents with a pitiful look.

Father casually explained, "Julian, Scarlett, Stella is also getting married today."

"She's marrying Dorian Blackwood, the Blackwood family's head."

Scarlett's eyes flickered with glee at the mention of it.

So she's marrying that cripple Dorian Blackwood. She didn't care for that, so my marrying him instead was perfect.

Julian, however, looked as if he’d heard something unbelievable, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Marrying Dorian Blackwood? That cripple?"

"Stella Sutton, are you crazy?"

"Don't think this way you can get my attention. Let me tell you, it's impossible!"

He stubbornly insisted that I was deliberately wearing a wedding gown to sabotage his and Scarlett’s wedding.

I was too tired to argue with him.

Just then, the sound of car engines reached us from outside.

Several black luxury cars slowly drove up, stopping in front of the Sutton mansion.

From the leading car, a well-dressed, respectful middle-aged man emerged. He was the Blackwood family's butler.

"Miss Stella Sutton, the ceremony is about to begin. Mr. Blackwood sent me to pick you up," the butler said, bowing slightly as he approached me.

In that moment, Julian's arrogance and certainty finally cracked.

He stared at me in shock, then at the Blackwood's impressive wedding car procession, seemingly only then believing that I was truly marrying Dorian Blackwood.

As I was about to step into the car, Julian suddenly stepped forward and blocked me.

"Stella Sutton, you can't marry him!"

"Snap out of it! Don't you know what kind of person Dorian Blackwood is? You're ruining your future!"

His tone was urgent, even with a hint of panic he himself hadn't noticed.

I looked at him coldly, feeling only a bitter irony.

"Julian Davies, in what capacity are you stopping me now?"

"You're Scarlett Sutton's groom, aren't you?"

My words hit him like a bucket of ice water, drenching him to the bone.

Julian's face turned a shade of sickly green, then stark white, and he opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.