Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother-Chapter 427: Wedding Day

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Chapter 427: Wedding Day

It was the wedding day. The Riverdale mansion was hosting a grand ceremony within its majestic estate.

Meanwhile, at the Hartz residence, Grace was getting ready—her family prepared to leave at any moment for the Riverdale estate.

Standing in front of the mirror, she admired herself in a stunning white bridal gown that hugged her slender figure perfectly. Her delicate face looked dreamy and radiant.

"After seeing me as his bride, I’m sure he’ll forget that woman who doesn’t even wear proper clothes befitting a lady. He’ll finally see who truly deserves to stand by his side—as his real wife."

"Young Miss, they are waiting for you," a servant announced gently.

Grace stepped into the drawing room where her parents awaited her.

"My daughter looks like the most beautiful bride," her mother said with a warm smile, holding Grace’s hand proudly.

"Thank you, Mom," Grace replied softly.

Colin simply gave a short nod to his wife’s words. "Grace, remember your goal," he reminded her with a firm tone.

"Yes, Dad," she answered, her inner thoughts echoing darker intentions. "I’ll accomplish my goal—after making him fall for me and forget that woman. Once I carry his child, Dad can do whatever he wants with him. That’ll be his price for all the insults he’s made me suffer. But for now, I’ll make him believe I love him. He is mine."

With that, the Hartz family departed for the Riverdale estate.

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At the Riverdale estate.

The entire estate was decorated beautifully, ready to welcome the important guests invited. The numerous luxury cars started to arrive at the mark of this great day for the Riverdales—more precisely, for Aeldric.

Marina arrived there. Mallory and her family were present as well. Mallory was clearly displeased with this marriage arrangement, as Grace was meant to marry her elder son Ian, instead of Aiden. Her plan to have ties with the Hartz family had failed.

Grace, being the only child of the Hartz couple, was going to inherit everything, and then her husband Ian would be able to get the Hartz business under him sooner or later. With such wealth and power, they wouldn’t have to worry about Aeldric anymore, but...

"Mother, Aiden is already— Why didn’t you stop your father from arranging this marriage?" Mallory complained. "Father only listens to you."

Marina looked at her, her expression indifferent. "Aren’t you a good daughter of your father? But now you recall your mother in a moment of crisis."

Mallory felt a little speechless, though she knew her mother was always blunt with her words and her stance.

"Mother, isn’t this wrong? Aiden is married, and Grace was meant to marry my son. How come a married man is snatching away my son’s marriage prospect—his future?" Mallory said, acting all righteous.

Marina’s expression turned cold. "Isn’t it your father who’s forcing Aiden? And about snatching away your son’s future—you should learn to rely on your own abilities rather than someone else’s wealth. All these years, you and your family relied on your Riverdales, and now you want to rely on the Hartz. Be smart and capable and build your own world.

"My grandson Aiden, despite not having us with him, is still successful and known worldwide on his own abilities. You should send your sons to him so they can learn from him. About Grace, I am sure even Colin Hartz can see who is suitable for his daughter. They don’t mind that he is already married."

Mallory’s expressions soured. "Mother, you are being biased towards my sons. They are your grandkids as well."

"I wouldn’t be biased if you and your father had behaved and didn’t force me to say all this," Marina said and walked away.

Mallory was left fuming.

Aeldric came downstairs, ready in a stylish suit. He saw his wife with frown lines on her forehead as he watched her walking away.

"Where are you going? Who angered you now?" Aeldric asked her.

She looked at him angrily. "You are not the only person in my life who angers me. I have created another one by myself."

Aeldric looked at his daughter, his gaze cold. "Mallory, don’t anger your mother on this important day."

Mallory simply nodded, not willing to listen to an earful from her father.

"Where is Aiden?" Aeldric asked the butler.

"Young master is getting ready in his room," the butler answered.

A triumphant smirk graced the old man’s lips, knowing his grandson had no choice but to obey him, even when his wife Natalie was here.

"Where is that girl Natalie?" Aeldric asked.

"She must be in their room as well," the butler said.

"Never mind," Aeldric said, and then saw his grandson coming downstairs, but Natalie was not with him.

"Where is that girl Natalie?" Aeldric asked him.

"You don’t need to concern yourself with her," he replied and went to Marina. "How’s mother?"

Marina looked at him. "She is fine. It would be better if you visit her often."

"Very soon, after I take care of some nuisance around," he replied.

"Let’s head to the wedding hall. The Hartz family has already arrived," Aeldric said.

All of them sat in the cars and left for the wedding venue.

The wedding hall was full of guests. Both families took their places while the groom went to the grand altar where the marriage officiate was already present.

The emcee had already started entertaining the guests, announcing the groom’s arrival.

Everyone looked at the handsome groom standing there, the next head of the Riverdale family. He was standing there with no expression on his face, his impassive gaze noticing no one in particular, as if these people didn’t matter to him.

The emcee announced the arrival of the bride. Grace entered the hall with her father as they walked toward the altar. All the guests looked at the beautiful bride and couldn’t help but praise her.

Grace looked at the altar and noticed the handsome groom. She felt like her dream was coming true. The most handsome man she had ever seen—the man who managed to waver her heart despite his arrogance—was going to be hers.