Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

Bride’s Lounge.

The bride, wrapped in a wedding dress, sat in front of the mirror, the wedding dress was wrapped in a bustier style, the bosom was dotted with pearls, the gown was pure white, like moonlight, softly wrapped around her exquisite figure, her long, charming curly hair was loosely held up by a white lace belt, her fair neck was wearing a pearl necklace of the same color as the wedding dress, if not for the large scar on her temple, this would have been a beautiful bride. .

She is Yang June, daughter of The Yang Family Group who once survived a major disaster!

She accidentally survived that sea accident and was rescued by a couple of villagers near the resort.

And it is the couple’s son, Lim Keith, whom she is marrying today.

To say it was payback would be an understatement, in short when The Lim Family couple offered to have her marry their mentally handicapped son, she didn’t even have a reason to refuse.

The good thing was that her fiancé, despite his below-average intelligence, wasn’t useless, and had at least been treating her well for the past few years, spoiling her like his own sister.

Lim Keith’s parents are also seeing that Lim Keith likes Yang June and Yang June is a nice girl, that’s why they are degree probing to bring this up to Yang June.

I didn’t expect Yang June to say yes in one breath.

In fact, for Yang June, who is now without status, half-disfigured, and afraid to meet even her acquaintances, it would be the same for her to marry anyone.

Everything was dressed up and waiting to go out.

Yang June looks at the clock on the wall, the wedding is in an hour.

She took her phone out of the drawer, tapped Cheng Lydia’s name inside the phone book and typed a line, “Sister, today is my wedding day? Will you and your brother-in-law come?”

However, the message was deleted just after she typed it, and she still didn’t have the courage to face her acquaintances, including this dearest sister of hers.

The phone was silent, so naturally there would be no reply.

She knew that if she sent the message out, Cheng Lydia would definitely come, and anyone could have not come to her wedding, except her sister, who she knew was bound to attend.

She had had fantasies that on the day she was married, it would be her sister who would brush her hair, dress her in her wedding clothes, smile and send her down the aisle to the man she loved.

But her sister … was not with her on this day, in this moment.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The man she was to marry was not the one she loved in her heart either.

Yang June looked at herself in the mirror and felt awkward in any way, a bride without a smile was not often seen in this world, and she counted one.

Lim Keith walked in, saw the melancholy on her face and asked with a smile, “June, are you thinking about that Shen Mufan again?”

Lim Keith, despite his low IQ, is still quite attentive and it was recently the opening of LS City ‘City of Joy’. Shen Mufan made quite a few public media appearances, while Yang June was obsessively in front of the TV at almost every turn.

Thinking of Shen Mufan?

After Lim Keith left, Yang June chewed on what he had just said.

She admits that she has some teenage feelings for Shen Mufan, but she also remembers how firmly Shen Mufan loves Cheng Lydia.

Her sister was the person Shen Mufan loved the most in this life, her sister’s man, how could she, how dare she think of something other than him? So for the past three years, she never thought about him, and her occasional thoughts were out of affection for her loved ones, just as she thought about her sister.

That little love affair that once was will always be sealed in her heart!

Shen Mufan, goodbye forever …

And it was at this time.

The door panel was thrown open with a ‘bang’ and she saw Wang Boyce standing in the doorway.

Wang Boyce? How did he suddenly appear here? Yang June froze, staring blankly at the man she hadn’t seen in three years by the door.

Still so handsome, so noble, only … the face seemed to have a touch less of the usual gentleness and grace.

That handsome face had a faint coldness to it, and his gaze was locked on her.

“Brother, what brings you here?” Yang June asked dully.

Wang Boyce did not respond and waved a hand at the makeup artist, “You go ahead and get out.”

It’s overbearing and irresistible.

Wang Boyce’s face instantly clouded over the moment the carved door panel was closed, and the chill went straight to his eyes. Yang June had no time to adjust to his sudden strangeness before he grabbed her hair by the bun with one hand and forced her into his arms by the waist with the other, followed by his lips pressing down.

Yang June was stunned, her eyes widening as she stared deathly at the handsome face close at hand.

Her brother, is this a kiss? Is it a long goodbye? French? English? American …?

Apparently, nothing of the sort was, because his tongue had driven straight in quite dominantly, not gently or romantically, even biting her lips and tongue hard with his teeth. A taste of blood instantly spread out and she cried out in pain and shock.

To avoid anyone hearing the noise, Wang Boyce released her lips and covered her mouth with the palm of one hand instead, leading her inside the lounge.

Yang June finally got anxious and finally got the idea to struggle, she waved her limbs while whimpering, “Brother … are you crazy? I am June … June ah …!”

Was her brother drunk? If not, why would he act in such a degrading manner? The always elegant and graceful Wang Boyce!

Her voice was slurred as her mouth was covered by Wang Boyce, and her flailing limbs kicked and punched him without affecting his movements in any way.

“Yang June, you’re the one I want.” Ghostly words spilled from his lips, cold, merciless, as if from hell.

Yang June looked at his equally cold face, not even having the chance to ask a ‘why’, teardrops sliding down the corners of her eyes, unable to tell if it was fear or sadness.

The body went cold as the white veil was ripped off in its entirety by him, floating to the ground after a graceful arc in mid-air.

Yang June exclaimed, a face flushed with shame and anger, her tearful eyes covered with pleading.

Unfortunately Wang Boyce could not see her pleas, could not see her tears, he still showed her the most ruthless side like a sorcerer, bringing the greatest hurt to her.

His image in her mind shattered, along with her heart.

The man she had loved and lived with had, in this moment, become the devil in her heart!

When it was all over, Wang Boyce picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on one by one, slowly and methodically. His face was still cold, but he looked extremely calm, as if he had just talked to her for a while, had a cup of tea, and had not forced himself on her.

Once properly attired, Wang Boyce walked up to her and gazed down at her with his lips slightly parted, “Now there are two things to tell you, firstly, Lim Keith will not be attending the wedding today, and secondly, the wedding is going ahead as planned, with you and me as the main characters.”

Yang June had not yet reacted from the fear and panic she had just felt, and was unable to digest his two so-called events for a moment. She felt a little dizzy and her body was sore and limp, and struggled to move her body, only to find that it was so heavy that she didn’t even have the strength to sit up.

Wang Boyce leaned down and brought her forward with his palm pinched around her shoulder blades, forcing her up off the bed.

The long, slender limbs, the pale, watery skin, the frightened fawn-like face, all of this was extremely tempting to a man. Yet Wang Boyce never lusted after her body, nor was he in the mood to appreciate her delicacy. There was indifference in his tone, “Put the gown on.”

Yang June finally snapped out of it a little, and she looked up at him with teary eyes and choked out, “Tell me why, at least?”

It all happened so suddenly, so out of the ordinary!

The groom had suddenly changed and yet he wanted to ask her to hold the wedding as originally planned? That was an overestimation of her ability to accept it.

Seeing her standing still, Wang Boyce picked up the wedding dress on the bed and put it on her, zipped it up and fastened it, then brought her to the mirror and sat her down, and brought a comb to pull her hair back that had fallen out, with a serious and gentle gesture.

If the words that spilled from his lips hadn’t been chilling, Yang June would have thought she’d just had a bad dream about him.

“You don’t need to know why.” Wang Boyce squeezed a puff of dangling hair from her cheek with a beaded flower, “But I can tell you that Lim Keith skipped the wedding and the guests downstairs have been waiting for a long time, so if you don’t want to be too embarrassed, just behave and carry on with the wedding as planned. And I, the groom-to-be … should count that as a big enough surprise, I can’t wait to see the shocked faces of friends and family on all sides. The last thing I’ll remind you of is that you’re already mine, and it’s only natural that you marry me.”

“I’m going to love you so hard.” Wang Boyce locked eyes with her in the mirror and smiled an ambiguous smile.

That’s why he took her body by force?

“You’re my brother!” Yang June murmured softly.

Wang Boyce smiled again, “Not anymore as of today.”

Yang June panicked and didn’t know what she should say, and it took her a long time to find her voice: “Even if I were already your woman, I couldn’t marry you … Also, there’s no way Lim Keith would run away from his marriage… …”

At this time, there were a few knocks on the door and then the make-up artist’s voice: “Ms. Yang, it’s almost time for the wedding, let me fix Ms. Yang’s make-up.”

Wang Boyce glanced in the direction of the door and placed the comb back on the table, surveying her obviously spent makeup with a mocking smile, “It’s time for a touch-up.”

After saying that, ignoring Yang June’s face turning red, she leaned in and cupped her jaw with her finger and index finger and lifted it upwards, her thin lips printing down, as softly as a dragonfly.

“All doubt is an afterthought, I am your man that is a fact that cannot be changed, the wedding must be done as scheduled.”

“Relax, I’m going to get the door.” Wang Boyce patted her face and got up to walk in the direction of the door.

Looking at his long and robust back, Yang June was stunned and dumbfounded, forgetting to shed even a tear for a while.