MY BEAUTIFUL CONTRACT WIFE IS AN ASSASSIN

Scenes at the Funeral

The melodious chirping of birds filled the air, accompanied by the enchanting scent of roses in the beautiful garden of Eastbrook Memorial Park Cemetery.

This cemetery, located in California, was renowned as the final resting place for the crème de la crème of society, including celebrities and billionaires who had amassed enormous wealth during their lifetimes.

The price of a burial plot in this prestigious cemetery ranged from 10 million to a staggering 100 million dollars. It was indeed a coveted location for the wealthy and famous.

On this extraordinary day, a magnificent 500-meter long red carpet adorned with rows of giant white roses stretched from the pavement to the final resting place of one of the world's richest men. The podium, where the priest would deliver his final blessing, was adorned with an array of vibrant red and purple tulips.

Dressed in their elegant black attire, musicians wearing black ties sat on a specially constructed shaded platform, playing beautiful and soothing melodies.

The delicate Adagietto from Gustav Mahler's Fifth Symphony, the serene Air on the G String by Johann Sebastian Bach, and the melancholic Adagio in G minor by Tomaso Albinoni filled the atmosphere, adding an air of reverence to the occasion.

This monumental day marked the grand farewell of Sir Thomas Leopold Gray Holt, a wealthy Irish Viscount married to the daughter of a California construction mogul from an old-moneyed family. His daughter, Lady Margareth Hendrick-Holt, held the distinguished title of Viscountess of Leinster, even though she had passed away four decades ago.

Amidst the serene surroundings of the memorial park, a hearse followed by five sleek Mercedes-Benz Maybach Exelero cars and three elegant Rolls-Royce Sweptail vehicles arrived at the cemetery. The mourners, dressed in their finest black suits, made their way across the newly mowed grass and ascended the flower-adorned cobbled stairway. The ladies expressed gratitude for the protective shade offered by the trees, fanning themselves delicately to combat the sweltering sun.

Relief washed over the attendees as they took their seats under the makeshift shade, with rechargeable fans providing a respite from the heat. The combined scents of flowers and the melodic music played by the musicians calmed their nerves as they patiently awaited the commencement of the final ceremony.

The attention of everyone was captured by the couple gracefully walking down the aisle, surrounded by a breathtaking display of flowers.

The woman, standing tall at an impressive height of 6 feet, exuded an air of absolute perfection as she stood next to her handsome husband, towering at an impressive 6'5". Her complexion, as fair as snow, appeared flawless, devoid of any imperfections, contrasting beautifully with her knee-length empire-cut dress in a striking shade of black. The dress accentuated her captivating hourglass figure, emphasizing her well-toned arms and legs.

Her face, with its delicate oval shape, possessed an almost ethereal beauty. She boasted cheekbones that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves, perfectly arched eyebrows that framed her enchanting eyes, long and thick eyelashes that enhanced the allure of her captivating violet irises, and a pair of irresistibly pouty, full lips.

Remarkably, her face bore no traces of makeup, allowing her natural radiance to shine through, and not a single freckle or mole dared to mar her flawlessly smooth visage.

"Did you see them? They look like a couple straight out of a fairytale," whispered one attendee to another, their voices filled with awe and envy.

"Absolutely breathtaking! I've never seen such flawless beauty," replied the other, their eyes fixated on the woman's impeccable features.

"Her height alone is enough to turn heads. And that dress... it accentuates her figure perfectly," remarked another onlooker, clearly captivated by the woman's elegance.

"Look at her face! Not a single blemish, and those violet eyes... they're mesmerizing," whispered a woman, unable to tear her gaze away from the radiant couple.

The murmurs grew louder as the couple sought support from the camera flashes. "Such a loving gesture," commented one observer as the husband planted a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead.

The Johnson sisters, dressed provocatively in their little black dresses, couldn't help but feel overshadowed. "Who does she think she is, stealing all the attention?" muttered one of them, clearly annoyed.

Alicia Dermott, too, couldn't hide her irritation. "They're going to shift their focus to them soon. This is supposed to be about our family," she whispered to her daughter, her frustration evident.

The air was heavy with emotions as the final stage of the Catholic funeral unfolded. Tears and sobs mingled with the priest's solemn words as the body was laid to rest, bidding a final farewell.

As a Roman Catholic family, adhering to the Hendrick family's longstanding Californian traditions, a morning mass had been held earlier at the Cathedral of St. Mary Byzantine Catholic Church. The final stage of the Catholic funeral, the Rite of Committal, was now taking place at the cemetery. Tears and sobs permeated the air as the priest solemnly committed the body to the earth, bidding a final farewell.

Approaching the coffin, the priest offered his final prayer: "May our Lord, give Sir Thomas Leopold Gray Holt, His peace and let His eternal light shine upon him." The congregation responded in unison, "Amen."

Turning towards the assembled mourners, the priest pronounced, "Receive the Lord's blessing. May the Lord bless you and watch over the Holt and Hendrick families, along with your relatives and friends. May the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May the Lord look kindly upon you and give you peace; In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit."

Again, the resounding response echoed through the air, "Amen."

Subsequently, one by one, attendees placed flowers in the coffin as it was lowered into the ground.

"Mum, don't you think it's time to sever ties with that girl now that Grandpa has passed away?" Briar whispered venomously to her mother, though her words did not escape the keen ears of Laura.

"Pay no mind to that woman, honey. How dare she steal the spotlight just now! Soon enough, she'll be ousted from the villa, and Lacey will take her place," Alicia callously responded to her daughter.

"Darling, you're being unkind. This is your father's final moment. It isn't Laura's fault that the media finds her captivating. We should be grateful to have witnessed such rare beauty grace this earth," Francis Rey Dermott calmly explained to his wife, hoping to quell her anger.

"You clearly have an affinity for her, don't even try to deny it!"

His wife jabbed her pointed heel into his foot, causing him to wince in pain. Her whispered words were on the verge of turning into a scream, and people began casting curious glances in their direction as they descended from the hills.

Observing the scene, Sandy approached with exasperation at the turmoil her cousin's wife had caused her mother and stepfather.

"David, may I have a word with your wife, please?" Sandy asked with the composure of an angel.

"Of course, she's all yours for a minute." David released his wife's arm and allowed her to be led away by Sandy.

"You shameless woman! You shouldn't have come here in the first place, causing trouble and shamelessly attracting married men."

Laura stared at her with piercing eyes that sent shivers down Sandy's spine.

"Choose your words carefully. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your face is becoming more lined with wrinkles every day. Talk about looking ten years older than your actual age." With that, she left Sandy, making her way back to her husband and parents-in-law.

Laura and her husband made their way towards the waiting Maybach. The cameras continued to flash, capturing their every move. Whispers filled the air, mingling with the sound of their footsteps.

"Look at them, so elegant and composed," remarked one observer, his voice filled with admiration.

"I wish I had someone to support me like that," sighed another, a hint of longing in their tone.

"Such a picture-perfect couple. They seem so in sync," whispered a woman to her companion, her eyes fixed on Laura and her husband's intertwined arms.

"They're like a fairytale come to life," replied her friend, a touch of envy coloring her words.

As they reached the car, Laura and her husband turned to wave goodbye to the gathered crowd. The onlookers responded with nods and smiles, acknowledging their departure.

"Safe travel," someone called out, their voice carrying a blend of well-wishes and curiosity.

The door of the Maybach swung open, revealing the luxurious interior. Laura and her husband gracefully entered, their movements effortless and fluid.

"Did you see the way he held her arm? So gentle and supportive," whispered a journalist, capturing the moment on their camera.

"It's clear they have an incredible bond," replied a fellow reporter, their tone filled with intrigue.

As the door closed, shielding them from the outside world, the whispers grew quieter, replaced by a hushed anticipation of what awaited the couple inside the vehicle.

"I wonder where they're headed now," speculated one guest, their eyes lingering on the Maybach's sleek exterior.

"Probably off to another glamorous destination," suggested another, their imagination running wild with possibilities.

With the car's engine purring softly, Laura and her husband embarked on their private journey, enveloped in an air of mystery and romance.

"Goodbye, Laura. May your love story continue to captivate us," murmured a passerby, their voice tinged with a mixture of admiration and wistfulness.

And so, the whispers faded into the background as Laura and her husband's car gradually disappeared from sight, leaving behind an air of intrigue and the lingering memory of a couple whose love had touched the hearts of all who bore witness.

Alicia and her daughters couldn't contain their fury as they scrolled through the rapidly spreading online news. The headlines displayed the pictures of Laura and David, their faces filled with love and devotion, as they tenderly placed flowers on their grandfather's casket. The rest of the family seemed to fade into the background, mere afterthoughts in this captured moment of affection.

"Can you believe this? How dare she steal the spotlight like this!" Alicia seethed, her voice laced with anger and frustration.

"Unbelievable! It's as if we don't even exist to them," Briar chimed in, her eyes burning with indignation.

"And look at how the media is fawning over them. It's like they're the only ones who matter," Lacey added, her voice dripping with resentment.

The Johnson sisters huddled together, their faces etched with annoyance and jealousy. They couldn't help but compare themselves to the radiant beauty of Laura and the apparent adoration she received from the public.

"This is just another one of her attention-seeking tactics. She always finds a way to steal the spotlight," Sandy muttered, her voice filled with bitterness.

Alicia, feeling her anger intensify, clenched her fists, unable to bear the sight of her family's moment overshadowed by Laura and David's display of affection.

"We need to do something about this. We can't let them continue to steal our thunder," she declared, her determination evident in her voice.

The sisters nodded in agreement, their minds already working on a plan to regain the attention they felt was rightfully theirs.

"We'll show them that we are the true heirs of this family, not them," Briar vowed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

With renewed purpose, Alicia and her daughters set out to strategize and reclaim the spotlight they believed was being unfairly denied to them. The online news may have showcased Laura and David's moment of love, but the stage was still set for the Johnson sisters to make their grand entrance and remind everyone of their significance.

As the headlines continued to circulate and the public's fascination with Laura and David persisted, Alicia and her daughters silently plotted their next move, ready to seize the attention that they felt was slipping through their fingers.

The battle for the spotlight had just begun, and they were determined to come out on top.