Chapter 6 Live Stream

The wedding venue was dazzling with lights. Roses and lilies were piled along the corridor, filling the air with a cloyingly sweet floral aroma.

The emcee, a charming woman with freckles, spoke energetically, "Dear guests, today we witness this magical moment! Let's all give our blessings to our newlyweds-Isabella and Richard!"

Many people left comments in the chat.

"The bride is so beautiful!"

"Oh my God, this is a real high-society wedding!"

"Isabella is so happy; her smile is radiant!"

I sat gracefully in the center of a floral wreath, smiling at the camera with an air of shyness, like a blissful bride.

"Thank you for all the blessings," I said softly, my eyes gentle, almost convincing myself of the charade.

But out of the camera's sight, my phone was vibrating incessantly.

I glanced down to see Eva's profile flashing. Opening the chat, her frantic messages spilled out.

"You bitch, how dare you be the bride?"

"He loves me! His wife is me!"

"Get out of here!"

I kept a sweet smile on my lips, though inside I was indifferent.

Eva was finally losing her patience.

Just then, a message from Walter popped up. "Eva has gone to the bride's private lounge."

A hint of a smile tugged at my lips as I quickly typed a message to Richard.

"Dear, I left my shawl in the lounge. Could you fetch it for me?"

In less than a minute, Richard replied, "Sure, wait for me."

I stared at the message, feeling a near-sadistic pleasure rise within me. They were walking right into their own trap.

Not long after, Walter sent another message. "They're both in the lounge."

I looked up just as the emcee faced towards the camera, "Would everyone be interested in seeing the bride's lounge? I heard it's beautifully decorated!"

The comments exploded.

"Yes, yes, we want to see!"

"Take us there!"

I gave a shy smile and nodded gently. "No problem."

Cheers and blessings erupted in the comments, and the emcee said enviously, "I heard this lounge was specially prepared by the groom for Isabella. Everything from the lumbar pillows to the water glasses was chosen according to Isabella's preferences."

I pressed my lips together, unable to hide my smile. "Yes, Richard said he wanted me to relax and be comfortable on our wedding day."

I murmured, "He always likes to pay attention to these little details."

The audience was filled with envious gasps.

"So sweet!!"

"I want a husband like that too!"

"Richard spoils Isabella so much!"

I smiled gently and walked gracefully, though my heart was coldly constricting. No one noticed my fingers tensed behind the bouquet.

Soon, we stopped in front of that door.

"Is everyone ready?" I asked with a sweet voice.

The comments section was a flurry of excitement.

"Open it, open it!"

"The bride is so gentle!"

I reached out and slowly pushed the door ajar.

At once, the air was filled with heavy, labored breathing.

"Oh... faster, Richard..."

"You want this, do you..."

My breath caught, my fingertips gripping the door tightly.

Viewers of the live stream erupted.

"What?"

"Oh my God!"

"Is this a live show of making love?"

My expression remained stiff, yet my hand pushed the door open wider in an unguarded gesture.