Chapter 5 Fake Marriage

"Was that your brother just now?"

After taking Eve to a room-almost the size of a simple house itself, Nolan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His face looked completely dissatisfied, there was a small frown between his eyebrows as a man appeared from the door.

"Sir," that man was younger than the white-haired man who was still faithfully standing beside Nolan. He looks dashing, with black hair and thick eyebrows. When his eyes met Eve's, he gasped slightly.

"Why can Danny come early? Isn't he still taking care of Kimberly's photo shoot? They have an annual project with ten important investments, right?" Nolan immediately protested without Eve knowing what he meant. But the man maintained his calm expression, taking out a small piece of paper from his pocket.

"Calm down, sir. What I heard was that Danny immediately broke their contract for the sake of this will. Since Mr. Henry announced it last night, he immediately canceled many projects and let Kimberly take care of it herself in Paris. Also, Danny doesn't seem at all afraid of losing investors because he is sure that the will belongs to him."

Nolan opened the piece of paper the man handed over and read it with a frown. "What schedule is this?"

"Your wedding, sir. Or rather, extra work."

Eve cursed in her heart. Marriage is work. It's funny how rich people treat a sacred event like marriage as just work. Is money everything in their eyes? Eve is eager to defend her ideals; even though she is poor, she still thinks that freeing her father is the happiest thing she could achieve.

"We have to get married tomorrow. It can't be delayed until Father comes." Nolan's words shocked everyone.

The white-haired man said slowly, "Young master, but to get married we need your parents to be fully present..."

"Ruth, we could just invite Mrs. Wellington and the event would still go on legally. I know that Mr. Nolan won't be interested in waiting until Mr. Henry comes because..." the man with thick eyebrows glanced at Eve with a suspicious look.

"Because Eve," continued Nolan without interest.

Eve, who was sitting on the long sofa in the corner of the room, immediately looked up but didn't say anything.

"Josh, get her ID documents ready, I need her to look presentable for me to at least report to Mom. Please arrange today's schedule; invitations, locations, dresses, and documentation. I need everything ready by tomorrow morning."

Nolan glanced at his watch, then at Eve who was worried.

"You get it, Josh?"

Josh nodded firmly. "Of course, sir. The event is tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes. Taking into account the invitees and crew, I thought the afternoon would be fine. So I can hand over the marriage documents directly to Ruth. We have to get a blessing stamp from the priest."

Eve heard Nolan's dense but very fast plan. Josh and Ruth, whom Eve could guess were Nolan's two loyal servants, nodded firmly and prepared to leave the room, leaving Eve and Nolan alone. After discussing the plan, Nolan approached Eve and watched her without saying anything, making Eve uncomfortable.

"What?"

Nolan didn't say anything, he just reached out, touched Eve's shoulder, and trailed his fingers as if he was calculating her size by intuition.

"Raise your hand." Nolan rules.

"For what?"

Nolan glanced at Eve coldly. "For a dress."

Eve then raised her hands hesitantly then let Nolan trace his fingers back to her chest, stomach, waist, and hips. Down the thighs, down to the calves. The movement was so smooth, that it barely touched Eve's body, but Eve could clearly feel Nolan's fingertips digging under her skin.

"Follow me." Nolan deftly turned and left the room. Eve followed with difficulty in heels. They walked down a long hallway in an elegant Roman style, met a beautiful back garden, and then entered a large room.

The room was similar to a walk-in closet but an extra large version. Glass cabinets filled with various colors of dresses were crammed inside. The pile of shoes in the glass cupboard was illuminated by lights which made everything look majestic and expensive. In the corner of the room, there were various unused rags and thread materials that were not neatly arranged. There were unkempt clothes hangers too, and an old woman sewing on a machine didn't seem bothered by his arrival.

"I need a dress for this lady tomorrow, Jules."

Jules, who was sewing, immediately looked up and smiled broadly when she saw Nolan. "I've been informed by Josh. You came fast." Jules got up from her place and approached Eve, who was stunned and confused.

"So this is the woman who will be your partner in mission?"

"She's just a doll that I paid a lot of money for." Nolan glanced at her coldly, but Eve ignored him. Then Jules lowered her gaze and was about to measure her body.

"No need. I did it. She didn't have any special specifications, her body was thin without any lumps and slim. Make her a little fatter and makeover her whole face. I need to make it look more appropriate than this."

A tiring day is over. Nolan has never been as busy almost dying as he is today. The wedding was ready, he had arranged the party with Josh and asked his mother's permission. With just Eveline Amber's identity document that Josh made, his mother immediately liked her.

Of course, she liked it, the old lady who was weak and couldn't do anything could only obey orders even though her husband had an affair with a poor bitch. Embarrassing. For Nolan, the entire Wellington family has nothing to be proud of except himself.

"Sir, are you ready? Is there anything left behind?" Josh opened the door as Nolan came down the stairs of his house. He looked around and saw a special car for Eve. Outside, there are white ribbons and beautiful flowers like a wedding car.

"Has Eveline been dealt with?"

"Yes, sir. But for the sake of looking like a real wedding, we have to go first. He will be accompanied by Ruth."

"Good." Nolan got in the car and didn't take long to get to the location.

Mark's rooftop bar was the choice of the party. Since Mark knows best about will matters and how Nolan has to be fast and agile to carry out this plan, Nolan is quite dependent on his old friend.

Mark's rooftop bar is one of the largest and most famous in the middle of Times Square. Standing alongside the tall office buildings that fill the sky, Nolan feels this place is perfect for a wedding that isn't too grand. He only invited a few important relatives just as witnesses that this marriage was legal.

Rather than thinking about the opinions of his relatives who would be shocked, Nolan felt more panicked because of Danny's arrival and the will. Because there are still lots of obstacles that Nolan doesn't know about.

Why suddenly did Father give an order to immediately accept the will? Is his father sick? Since Nolan was a child, he knew that the Wellington family's will was almost like controlling a country. The Wellington family had many traditions passed down from generation to generation, which was why Nolan didn't ask more. All he thought about was how he could snatch the will from the dirty hands of his older brother, Danny.

Wellington's will is unlimited wealth and has been passed down from ancient times. Just like the WT brand company which is now worldwide. Unlimited wealth that makes everyone afraid even makes Nolan have to cancel all plans for a week to get it.

But still, Nolan's questions will not be answered until he meets his father. Why would he take down the will now?

Nolan arrives at the rooftop bar and sees the neat wedding decorations. Simple but still looks luxurious. Several relatives had already filled the rooftop, they were chatting happily but Nolan remained hidden in the back room until the time for the parade arrived.

"Nolan, the priest is coming." Josh entered a small room on the rooftop while Mark, a man with a bright smile wearing a white suit with a bow tie, walked behind the fat man with blonde hair. Nolan looked at the old man kindly.

"Father Thomas," Nolan shook his head. The priest furrowed his brows.

"I heard from Mark that Wellington's will will come down, that's why you need a wife as collateral. But, isn't your wife someone who can control you?"

Nolan smiled slightly. He knew Pastor Thomas and was quite close to him because the Wellington family had always been close to the church.

"Don't worry. He's my high school friend. We get along very well."

Thomas nodded faintly, the worry not leaving his face. "Then there is one more thing you have to worry about. Wellington's will was not just about wealth, but responsibility. I once heard from your great grandfather, Francisco Elliot Wellington, that he said, that apart from wealth, there is still a mystery that makes the Wellington family directly connected to the ministers of the country. This isn't something good, I'm actually worried it's getting... out of hand."