I had assumed Samuel would arrive in his wheelchair. But I was completely wrong. He left the wheelchair behind and stood tall, looking strikingly handsome in a black suit that perfectly fit his athletic body.
I, already looking stunning in an elegant red gown, walked toward him. I was certain that tonight, Bianca would not be the center of attention. We would.
Yes, Samuel De Leon’s sudden appearance, healthy, uninjured, and far from the image of a monster, would surely shake the public. Not to mention that he would arrive with me as his wife. I wore an expensive dress with a sensual cut, complete with an exclusive bag and jewelry that no one else could possibly have.
“Are you ready? All eyes will be on us, Emelia,” Samuel asked in a low, thrilling voice.
I nodded firmly. I believed eve
