The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1178

Natalie put on the hyper-realistic mask that was custom-made for her by Bastien. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Shortly after, the designers hired to tailor the wedding outfits entered the room.

When they saw Natalie—who had the hyper-realistic mask on—they assumed she was Lunetta, the bride-to-be. Hence, they buttered her up. “You're gorgeous, Ms. Lovas! We created several designs according to your photos, and we're sure you'll like them!”

Natalie ignored them.

The designers could sense Natalie's tenseness. Isn't it wonderful to get married to a man like Bastien? But she doesn't look happy at all, even when she's getting her wedding dress tailored.

Seeing that, Bastien let out a soft cough and glanced at Natalie before saying nonchalantly, “Lune, you must let us know if you're unsatisfied with the designs. You can also tell me if you don't like these designers.”

The designers didn't catch the meaning behind his words. However, Natalie clearly did. This is the same situation as when he threatened me with using Betty's life previously! Now, he's using the designer's life to threaten me! He knew that although I'm not a kind and soft-hearted person, I'm not cruel enough to ignore those who die because of me! This kind of love is too crazy and unacceptable!

With that thought in mind, Natalie sighed, as she had no choice but to give in. “No, I love the designs provided by this designer. Especially this set. May I try it on, please?”

Upon receiving the bride-to-be's affirmation, the female designer felt relieved and instantly handed Natalie the piece of the garment the latter liked.

Natalie changed into the dress and walked out of the bathroom.

The wedding dress in Loang differed from those in Chanaea—the wedding dress in Chanaea was usually white, while red and green were mainly used as the theme color of Loang's traditional wedding dress.

Although Natalie was wearing a hyper-realistic mask—which covered her actual face—the aura she emitted was unique. After putting on the elegant and extravagant wedding dress, she looked intimidatingly gorgeous.

A rare grin finally appeared on Bastien's face when he saw the woman standing before his eyes.

“You look stunning!”

“You're a natural beauty, Madam! Now that you've had the wedding dress on, you look like a fairy!”

“You two make a great couple, and you're a match made in heaven!”

The designer and her assistant couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

Bastien couldn't look away when he saw Natalie in the exquisite dress. She was the woman of his dreams. Even though she wasn't marrying him as Natalie Nichols and was using Lunetta's identity instead, it seemed extremely worth it, considering what he had done to her previously.

However, Natalie merely curled her lips like a robot. She understood better than anyone else that she was only a puppet being controlled by Bastien.

Yet, she was uncertain if she had another choice than to marry Bastien while using Lunetta's identity.

Meanwhile, Helma received a wedding invitation card to attend Bastien and Lunetta's wedding. Seeing that Lunetta was stated as the bride on the card, she felt her heart burning with rage. Natalie had just

died recently. Why did this woman named Lunetta appear out of nowhere? I should be the one marrying Bastien! Why can't I be his wife even after Natalie's death?

“Why? Why is God making such a fool out of me?” In a distraught state, Helma ran to her father's study. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a familiar figure standing by the window, gazing at the night view. The study was dark, and it accentuated the shadows on the man's face, causing him to appear gloomy.

“Father, did you see the wedding invitation card?” Helma yelled frantically. “Bastien is going to marry another woman! He didn't want to marry me, and he's abandoning me! You know that I've liked him ever since I was a child! He's my favorite person in the entire world! How can he marry another woman? How can he abandon me?”

However, the man snickered and walked toward Helma slowly.

“Father—”

“I'm not your father!” The man slowly articulated each word while glaring at Helma glumly.

“But, you—” Helma murmured as she furrowed her brows in bafflement.

“Hah.” The man caressed Helma's cheek before heaving a heavy sigh. “Helma Leitz, you almost died in my hands last time. Are you still unable to tell that your brainless father and I are two different people?”