His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 878

Snowflakes danced in the air, painting the world in a pristine white, embodying the essence of purity and romance.

On the eve of Christmas, in the distant land of Bastan, Mr. and Mrs. Fairhaven's wedding, straight out of a fairy tale, unfolded as planned.

The Abernathy group and the Ashbourne family flew in on their private jets, one after the other, arriving at Bastan Airport. They were greeted and escorted to a castle arranged by Jareth for their stay.

Jareth had rented the entire heritage estate for the occasion. The front of the castle was set for the wedding ceremony, while the back accommodated friends and family, and the entire place was theirs for a month.

This meant that even after the wedding, if they wished to linger in the beauty of Bastan, they could stay and explore the exotic landscapes.

This estate, a historical monument, had never been rented out for private use in over a century. This was a first, perhaps, a last.

To secure this, Jareth approached the estate's owner with humility, and the price he offered left even Frederic, a man born with a silver spoon, in shock!

The night before the wedding, they strolled through the estate.

Jareth, with patience and earnestness, shared the history of the architecture and every blade of grass, as if recounting treasures of his own home.

It was as if the estate was his domain, and he, a noble Duke born of elegance and grace.

"Jareth, how do you know so much about this place?" Frederic asked, his face a picture of surprise, admiring Jareth's handsome, gentle profile.

"It wasn't easy securing this place, and it's probably the last time in my life. I wanted to create beautiful memories, so I immersed myself in learning everything about it."

Jareth's smile was gentle yet earnest, his eyes twinkling with happiness, "I thought, in the future, when Marilla and I grow old, sitting at home flipping through photo albums, I could tell her countless stories. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Frederic felt a twinge of emotion, deeply touched, "Jareth, you've really put your heart into this. But I'm curious, how did you convince the old Duke to rent this place to you?"

he decided to lend us the place for our wedding. I also showed him Marilla's paintings. He liked them so much he wanted to buy them at a high price. But I didn't let him spend the money; instead, with Marilla's consent, I gifted the

moved, his emotions complex

too had loved as deeply as Jareth,

he hadn't

hadn't been deceived and

a legendary couple, their love story celebrated

passion, his woman, were lost

you," Jareth

masked his sorrow, asking, "Thank me?

giving Marilla to

on the eve of their wedding, with no obstacles left and everyone

filled with regret," Frederic said with a bitter smile, feeling the ache in his heart, "You don't owe me thanks. If anyone, thank Thaddeus' grandfather, thank Thaddeus. They were the ones

me, I once tried to tear you apart, even considered marrying my own daughter off to the Bartley family. I've been a terrible father. From now on, just take good care of Marilla. I won't interfere with

say that. I've never blamed

his voice warm and deep, "Back then, I hadn't even avenged my father, hadn't dealt with the troubles at home. Even with

heirloom from his coat-a gold pocket watch adorned with rubies

passed down from Thaddeus'

the sentiment. It was

I'm giving

could fetch a fortune at auction,

I can't accept it," Jareth protested, overwhelmed, "This belongs in your family.

an outsider. You're my son-in-law, my son.

inheritance. I

his words. Thaddeus was Frederic's biological son,

thank you. I will treasure it