CEO Handed a Single Dad a Wedding Invitation—Then Whispered, “You’re the Groom”
Chapter 7
The wedding morning was strangely quiet.
No dramatic music.
No chaos.
Just sunlight through the windows.
Lily was wearing a pale blue dress.
She carried yellow roses.
Victoria wore white.
She looked incredible.
But when she saw me, she smiled like I was the only person in the room.
“You came.”
I laughed.
“I was the groom.”
“Right.”
She walked toward me.
For one second, I forgot everything.
Then Lily interrupted.
“You have to hold hands.”
I looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because that’s what weddings do.”
Victoria laughed.
“She has strict rules.”
“I noticed.”
The ceremony began.
Only family and close friends were present.
Michael stood nearby.
My mother sat in the front row.
The officiant spoke.
Then came the vows.
Victoria looked at me.
“I entered this marriage because I thought I needed protection.”
She paused.
“I was wrong.”
The room became quiet.
“I needed someone who would remind me that I was more than my company.”
Her voice softened.
“You did that.”
I swallowed.
Then it was my turn.
“I thought I was agreeing to a contract.”
I looked at Lily.
“Then I met the woman behind it.”
I turned back to Victoria.
“You don’t need me to save your company.”
She smiled.
“You need me to remind you that you don’t have to carry it alone.”
Her eyes filled.
We exchanged rings.
The officiant pronounced us married.
People applauded.
Lily smiled.
Then whispered,
“Now you’re really my dad’s wife.”
Victoria laughed.
“Yes.”
The reception began.
Everything seemed normal.
Too normal.
Thirty minutes later, my phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
Go to the east service hallway. Alone.
I showed Victoria.
Her face changed.
“No.”
“Maybe they want me.”
“Exactly.”
“Then I go with security.”
“No.”
She took my hand.
“You stay here.”
“Victoria.”
“I married you today.”
She looked at me.
“I am not letting anyone take you.”
We called security.
The hallway was searched.
Nothing.
Then one guard found a small envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
My father.
Victoria’s father.
And Richard.
On the back:
Your fathers made the same mistake. They trusted family.
Victoria’s face hardened.
“Richard.”
We went to find him.
He was gone.
So was Andrew.
The security system showed both men had left the reception through separate exits.
We checked the guest list.
Neither had been invited.
They had used borrowed identities.
“This was planned,” Michael said.
I looked at Victoria.
“What now?”
She answered,
“We finish the wedding.”
I stared at her.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Someone is threatening us.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re telling me to keep dancing?”
She nodded.
“Because if we stop now, they win.”
So we returned to the reception.
Music played.
Guests laughed.
Nobody knew what had happened.
Victoria took my hand.
“Dance with me.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I know.”
We danced.
Slowly.
Quietly.
For a moment, the room disappeared.
Then she whispered,
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For choosing me.”
I smiled.
“You’re my wife.”
She smiled.
“I like hearing you say that.”
The night ended without another incident.
But at 2:00 a.m., after we arrived home, Michael called.
Richard had transferred a large amount of money.
Andrew had disappeared.
And someone had activated the emergency ownership clause.
Our marriage was now registered.
Which meant that if Victoria were removed from the company…
I would inherit her voting rights.
I stared at the document.
“They weren’t trying to stop the marriage.”
Victoria looked at me.
“They wanted it.”
I understood.
“They wanted me to become the legal successor.”
She nodded.
“And now they can use me.”
