Then suddenly, a powerful engine roared outside.
This wasn’t the sound of an old sedan or a taxi.
This was the sound of extreme wealth.
Everyone turned toward the gate.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped in front of the red carpet — a car worth over half a million dollars, even more expensive than the groom’s car.
“Who is that?” the guests murmured.
“Is there a billionaire attending this wedding?”
The driver, in uniform, opened the door and assisted the passenger out.
A woman stepped out.
She wore a red velvet gown that perfectly hugged her figure. A diamond necklace shimmered around her neck. Her face was beautiful, elegant, and filled with confidence.
“Who is she?”
“Is she a celebrity?”
Jonathan froze.
He recognized that face.
More radiant. More polished. More powerful.
It was Emma.
But she wasn’t alone.
Emma opened the back door.
Two little girls stepped out.
Twins.
About five years old. Wearing white dresses like little angels.
And their faces…
Jonathan’s relatives gasped.
The children were unmistakably his. Same eyes. Same nose. Same face.
Emma walked down the red carpet holding the twins’ hands. The sound of her heels felt like hammer strikes against Jonathan’s chest.
No guard dared stop her.
She stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked straight at Jonathan, who was now pale and shaking.
“Emma?” he whispered. “Is that really you?”
Emma smiled calmly.
“Hello, Jonathan. Thanks for the invitation. You said ‘wear your best dress,’ right? I just followed your instruction.”
“A-and… who are they?” Jonathan pointed at the children.
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