The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession (Nivera) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

The hush deepened, and Nivea instinctively sat up straighter in her seat before standing with the rest of the congregation,

Her gaze followed the soft shift of movement as the doors at the back of the church opened wide.

Everyone turned. Then the musk swelled–the kind that made the air shimmer with something intangible, something sacred.

And there she was.

The bride stepped into view, radiant and breathtaking.

Her dress shimmered like stardust under the chandeller light

Lace kissed her shoulders and arms, and her veil flowed behind her.

Hmm, Antonio had really scored himself a beautiful bride.

As the bride made her way down, Nivera’s attention moved to the man walking her down the aisle, and she squinted her eyes.

It was definitely not the bride’s father.

The man looked… eerily familiar. Tall, his dark hair combed back, sharp jawline, eyes as cutting as frost

He carried himself like he owned the air around him. It struck Nivera instantly–he looked like an older version of both Alejandro and Antonio. As she wondered which of the two men was his son,

He looked more like Antonio, she observed, just as her brows knit.

Where was the bride’s father? Why wasn’t he the one giving her away?

She, however, didn’t linger on her questions, as it was none of her business

As they got closer to the row she was in, she returned her attention back to the altar, and she and Alejandro’s eyes met for a brief second before he looked away.

Seriously? He dragged her all the way to the wedding, and he was barely acknowledging her?

Meanwhile, Alejandro shitted his weight slightly, clasping his hands in front of him as he stood by Antonio’s side

His gaze was steady as the bride walked down the aisle. Her steps were graceful, the very image of elegance–but it wasn’t her that had his attention.

It was Antonio.

From the corner of his eye, Alejandro noticed how his cousin stared–utterly transfixed by his bride and unable to take his eyes off her

Antonio wasn’t a romantic, he hated the idea of love just like he did, and he wasn’t the type to be fazed by a woman’s beauty

But there he was, staring like a man seeing something sacred, and at the woman he said he hated.

Alejandro leaned slightly toward him, smirking. “Stop drooling. We know she’s beautiful.”

Antonio didn’t dignify him with a response, but Alejandro caught the way his cousin’s jaw tightened and knew he’d landed the hit

Still grinning faintly, Alejandro let his eyes wander–until they inevitably found her once again.

Nivera

Chapter 30

Sitting near the front, exactly where he’d told her to be.

She looked composed and polsed–unbothered by the stares that followed her Her chin was lied high, her back straight, but it sh him

That emerald green.

He’d known it would suit her perfectly, which was why he had immediately chosen it the moment he saw it on her, but now now he warnegretting giving her the option.

The fabric cling to her like it was made for no one else. Her hair was styled in soft, glamorous waves, catching the light with every slight movement.

Her makeup was delicate yet bold, a perfect accent to the fire in her eyes-

yes – even if she didn’t know it.

She looked like a queen sitting among nobles who couldn’t quite match her, and he had caught a few men graking at her.

Hell, Mejandro thought, she looked like she owned the room, well without taking the bride into account.

Fuck, even he had to admit, Nivera looked fucking beautiful.

He swallowed once, eyes lingering just a moment longer on her profile, the proud angle of her jaw.

He watched how she focused on the ceremony with that unreadable face of hers, and he found himself wondering what she was thinking.

“We have gathered here… He heard the priest say, and it made him realize how long he’d been staring, as Zabelle was already at the altar with Antonio

And that he was doing the very thing he mocked Antonio for

Idiot, he muttered internally and dragged his eyes back to the ceremony.

Nivera was still, her eyes fixed forward, her expression serene–but her mind was a storm.

The beauty of the ceremony was undeniable. The music, the floral arrangements, the murmurs of love warm in her.

I love and eternity it should have stirred something

But it didn’t. Rather, it irritated her because deep down, she knew she’d never have this.

She wasn’t meant for weddings or white dresses or the warm promise of someone walking her down the aisle. Not in her world. Not in her family

In her family’s world, marriages were tools. Contracts. Strategic alliances forged behind closed doors.

Like property being traded, she thought bitterly, and with her being the black sheep of the family, they would never throw an elaborate wedding for her.

She’s walked away from that life, but the shadow of it clung to her. And it wasn’t like she’d found some fairytale escape

No. She was still entangled–in danger, even. Just under a different kind of roof, with a man who saw her more as a pawn than a person,

There was no one who would want to get involved with her, all thanks to all the drama surrounding her, and truthfully, she didn’t want to have to put anyone in such a situation.

Nivera blinked and snapped out of her thoughts when she heard people clapping.

When he returned her attention to the couple, she realized she hadn’t taken in a single word of the vows. She didn’t even notice when the couple exchanged rings.

Her gaze flicked forward again. She forced her spine straighter and masked her face in practiced calm. It only took all her life to be able to mask her feelings even when chans was happening.

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Chapter 30

The ceremony concluded with salt applause, and the couple kissed.

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