His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 827

Dusk settled in as the City Hall, taking into consideration Marilla's fragile health, had kindly allocated a private room for the two lovebirds to formalize their union.

The moment the marriage certificate was in her hands, Marilla's smile blossomed like the first flowers of spring, her excitement palpable as she caressed the cover repeatedly, cherishing it as if it were her most prized possession.

"Here's to a life filled with joy and happiness," the clerk offered with genuine warmth.

The tale of Mr. Jareth Fairhaven and Ms. Marilla Abernathy was one for the ages, known to all.

And their story was only just beginning.

"Oh! Oh!" Marilla's eyes curved into crescents, playfully flaunting the booklet before the man she loved.

"Mrs. Fairhaven, henceforth, I am yours to command," Jareth declared, his gaze locked with hers, every word a solemn vow.

Her cheeks flushed, Marilla looked at him with adoration.

She was unable to speak, but even if she could, he would not have given her the chance.

Jareth's eyes half-closed, he reached out, cradling his love's neck, and kissed her deeply.

The newlyweds posed for a photo, received it on the spot along with a bouquet of flowers prepared by the staff.

Today, Marilla was undeniably the star of the show.

peeked from behind corners,

couple as they emerged hand in hand, presenting them with

these brooches myself, just

with the same casual grace one might offer apples to children. "These are Alea's creations, you know; others would kill

sight of the pink tourmaline and diamond bird-shaped brooch. She hugged Evadne

blue tourmaline, moved him to laughter, "Once, I would have bid millions for an Alea's piece and been denied. But today, I receive it freely, all

long as you

for dinner tonight. He's had Murray prepare a feast to celebrate

could I possibly spend the evening alone with Marilla?

and graciously agreed. "Go

home, Marilla still felt weak, her splendid dress barely seen before being tucked away

in Jareth's arms, clutching their marriage certificate, a sweet smile gracing her

he whispered in

open, her face alight

"Look outside," he urged.

her eyes, she glanced out the

message amidst a cascade of digital rose petals, transforming the snowy urban jungle into a sea

of the Fairhaven Group, and Marilla Abernathy, heiress to the Abernathy Group, were wed in matrimony. Bound by

above, joy in

name, I

So it is written."

for their phones, capturing this celestial