Chapter 4 Luckily, I woke up to see my Bride

Four years ago, when he came up with this plan, Javier opposed him. However, Marimo didn't listen to him for even a second.

"Dad, I know what I am doing. Don't worry. Unlike you and mom, I won't get separated from my wife. Grandpa wants to see me married," stated Marimo.

Javier looked at his son in displeasure. "I am going to the banquet. Hopefully, whatever you have thought will bring the best outcomes," he told his son and left the room.

Marimo walked out of the room and went straight to the backyard, where the wedding would happen. The decorations were perfect. Since it was a private marriage, only close relatives and friends were invited.

Marimo greeted his grandpa and some of his very close friends. He saw his mother with her husband and two children. He had not expected that she would come, but he felt to see her.

Eliot came to the altar and asked the guests to take their respective seats while Marimo went to the altar. A piece of calm, romantic music was played on the piano and violin.

Marimo stood at the center at the front, waiting for his bride to come.

Julia's sister, Sofia, came to the backyard with Marimo's father and was stunned to see Marimo at the altar on his knees.

"Mom, wasn't he in a vegetative state?" Sofia asked her mother, who was confused to see Marimo standing on his feet. "It seems he was never sick," Sofia whispered in her ear.

"It is weird," Victoria mumbled and wondered how Marimo could be in a standing position.

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Julia looked at herself in the mirror after getting dressed in her wedding dress. She had never imagined herself in that phase. Getting married and starting her married life was something totally out of her imagination.

But did she have an option left? She was an orphan who had to repay what the Sanchez family did to her. Her hair was kept loose. Two locks of her hair were braided, and tiny white flowers were put between the gaps in the respective braids.

From the sides of her temples, curled fringes were hanging down. Her father, Andres Sanchez, came inside after getting confirmed that she was ready.

His eyes filled with tears upon seeing him in that wedding dress. He remembered how small her child was when she had brought her home. When did she grow up into such a mature woman? He wondered.

"Dad," Julia softly whispered and wore a tiny smile on her lips.

Andres quickly wiped the tears from the edges of his eyes and smiled at his daughter. He walked to her and blessed her, complimented her.

"Dad is making me emotional," Julia said and lowered her eyes.

"Really?" He asked and smiled again.

"Julia, don't mind your mother's words. She didn't mean what she said last night. You still are our second daughter and will always be. I am so sorry for not being able to do anything about this and decided to put you in this marriage just to save my job," Andres stated and almost ended up crying.

"Dad, please. Don't be like this. Sofia is the real daughter of the Sanchez family, so I understand why mom told me all that. I don't feel bad for her words anymore, Dad. Please smile as I am getting married," Julia told her father, who smiled and hugged her daughter.

"I will miss your presence in the house, my daughter," Andres said and pulled away before kissing the middle of her daughter's forehead.

Butler Juan knocked on the door. "Mr. Sanchez, everyone is waiting for the bride to come," he informed them. Andres wiped the tears from the back of his palms.

A few of the attendants helped Julia carry her large gown. She looped her hand around her father's arm while holding the wedding bouquet in the other hand. She walked straight and soon they were out to the backyard which was the banquet.

Julia felt nervous. Her heartbeats raced with every step she took towards the aisle. The lights were only falling on her, and Andres. She climbed up the stairs and walked down the aisle.

She halted when her father did. She tilted her head to look at his father, who looked shocked and bewildered. Looking at the front, her eyes widened.

Marimo Martinez was standing tall in front of her!!!

Was he not supposed to be in a wheelchair? Her eyes roamed around and wondered why the people were not saying anything. Were they not surprised?

Marimo was in vegetative state!

Marimo found them frozen at their respective places. He understood why it happened and walked down the altar to them.

"Sir, if you allow, may I hold the hand of my bride?" Marimo asked Andres, who was as shocked as Julia. He handed his daughter's hand to Marimo's hand, who smiled.

Julia was dumbstruck to hear his deep, sexy voice. It seemed Marimo was never in a vegetative state. He looked so energetic and happy. She blinked when Marimo kissed her knuckles. Momentarily, she curled her fingers and her eyes met his.

Marimo took the lead and wrapped her hand around his arm, he took her to the altar. The light piano music was still playing, but to Julia, that music seemed fainted. Because her heart was racing faster than anything and she could hear it.

Did her father miss something? Wasn't she supposed to marry Martinez's son, who was in a vegetative state? What was going on? Did someone play a prank on her!? A prank!

She looked at the priest, who was so ready to chant the vows.

"Wait! How could you walk?" Julia finally spoke and pulled her hand away from his arm. They both glanced at each other.

"Luckily, I woke up to see my bride," Marimo said and smiled.

The priest asked them to repeat the vows behind him. Julia, who was dumbstruck, vowed to become Marimo's wife.