The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The bride, her arm looped through her father's, made her way slowly towards the groom. "This moment," the officiant announced into the microphone, his voice echoing through the hall, "is sacred. Let us bear witness to a wedding filled with love and devotion."

Applause filled the air.

As the music swelled, a sweet, melodious tune, Rosalind beamed with happiness. Supported gently by Joshua, she took each step towards Lysander with grace and anticipation.

Finally, she stood before Lysander. Joshua, with a tender touch, placed Rosalind's hand in Lysander's. It was a careful gesture, one that resembled entrusting a precious treasure to another's care. Lysander's gaze was intense as he looked at Rosalind, not moving his wheelchair or attempting to approach her. As he tightened his grip on the armrests, preparing to reach out, a voice pierced through the crowd, "I object to this marriage!"

The statement, loud enough for all to hear, drew every eye to its source. A woman, dressed in simple attire with a bandage across her forehead, stood with a solemn face and piercing, clear eyes fixed on Lysander.

At the sound of her voice, Lysander's deep gaze wavered for a moment, his breathing growing heavy.

to see Thalassa pushing through the crowd towards the stage. His previously smiling face darkened, and his eyes, aged with wisdom, fixed sternly on Thalassa, warning her to stop and retreat. I was clear from his demeanor that Thalassa was not welcome; Joshua had not informed her of the wedding, indicating his stance. She

Yet, Thalassa persisted.

his beloved daughter was cared for did not deter

approached, Rosalind's nerves flared. She tugged at Joshua's hand, silently pleading for him to intervene. With their wedding on the

for security,

escort Thalassa away. But a cold, commanding look from Lysander stopped

was clear: no guard

wedding couldn't proceed if

voiced the plea she'd prepared, "Lysander, I can't stand by and watch you