Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 89: Chapter 89
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Mason sent everyone away. Seizing the moment, I whispered, "Was it Richard?"
He shot me a warning look. "No accusations without proof. Words have consequences."
"Fine. But is he really this bold?" I pressed, even though I wasn't supposed to ask.
"He thinks he's strong enough to challenge me now."
Typical Mason. His words were razor-sharp, cutting straight to the truth.
Soon, the spare tire arrived. The mechanics jacked up the car and swapped the tire.
We drove toward the venue. Not even there yet, the scale of the wedding became undeniable.
A massive rainbow arch spanned the road ahead. "Is a big shot visiting?" I joked.
Mason ignored me. Then, I spotted the words: [Congratulations Mason Knight And Katherine Gordon]
My breath caught. This was for us? Soon, another arch appeared: [Wishing Them a Lifetime of Happiness]
Dozens more lined the route to the hotel, where a crowd buzzed with excitement.
As our car arrived, fireworks exploded and a live band struck up a joyous tune.
The entire hotel had been booked exclusively for today's event. A 100-foot-long, 60-foot-wide photo of Mason and me dominated the facade. In the picture, I leaned in Mason's arms, our gazes locked in bliss.
Banners with blessings fluttered alongside it, all bearing Delilah's unmistakable aesthetic stamp.
A crowd had gathered at the hotel entrance, with Helen at the forefront.
Mason got out of the car first, then opened the door for me. I approached Helen with a smile. "Mrs. Knight."
"Oh, my dear. From today onward, we're family. I'll cherish you as my own daughter." Helen's smile was warm. Whether genuine or not, her performance was flawless. Then, she handed me a velvet jewelry box as a wedding gift.
"Thank you," I said, tucking it into my bag.
Elena passed me a red carnation, which I offered to Helen as a gesture of gratitude.
Together with Mason, I followed Helen into the hotel. Whatever her true feelings, to the outside world, she played the doting mother perfectly.
As the venue doors swung open, camera flashes burst like fireworks, followed by thunderous applause.
Then came a familiar male voice. "Welcome our beautiful bride and handsome groom!"
My heart leaped. It sounded like Hunter Robertson, my favorite TV host. I glanced over and nearly gasped. It was him.
I had watched every show he'd ever hosted, never dreaming he could one day officiate my wedding. I made up my mind. After the ceremony, I would ask for his autograph.
With Harvey absent, the traditional "father giving away the bride" segment was skipped. Instead, arm in arm with Mason, I walked slowly toward the altar as the ceremony began.
The front row seated Delilah, Martin, Edward, and his wife, Grace Knight. Helen sat beside Martin, smiling warmly at us, though her eyes held something unreadable.
The second row was filled with political and business elites.
Hunter's voice resonated through the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, I now declare the wedding celebration of Mason Knight and Katherine Gordon officially begun!"
Thunderous applause erupted.
Hunter's signature wit and charm kept the ceremony lively, drawing laughter and joy from the crowd.
Soon, it was time for the vows. Hunter's playful demeanor shifted to solemnity as he turned to Mason.
"Mr. Knight, do you take this woman to be your wife? To love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others, until death do you part?"
Delilah's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing over.
Mason answered firmly, "Yes, I do."
Hunter then turned to me. "Ms. Gordon, do you take this man to be your husband? To love and honor, in joy and in sorrow, to stand by him through all trials, and care for him all your days?"
I answered, "I—"
Just then, a woman's voice cut me off. "I object! Mason can't marry her. He has to marry me!"
All eyes instantly turned toward the entrance. There, in full bridal regalia, stood a woman. Her gaze locked on me with enough venom to set me ablaze. She was around my age, strikingly beautiful, but her expression was pure fury.
The room erupted into chaos. Reporters recovered first, cameras swiveling toward her.
"I'm his fiancée," she declared, chin raised.
Her words sent an even bigger ripple through the crowd. A groom getting married while his fiancée stood in the doorway wearing a wedding dress? This was juicier than this wedding.
The reporters grew even more excited. Questions flew fast. "Why didn't he marry you?"
"Why are you wearing a wedding dress here?"
"Did you break up?"
Tears streamed down the woman's face, but her voice was sharp. "Mason promised to marry me, but now he's betraying me for her. I love him. I want to be with him. Even if it means being his mistress, I don't care!"
At that, the crowd burst into laughter, including me.
I looked at the woman. She was beautiful, but honestly, I guess there was something seriously wrong with her brain.
He shot me a warning look. "No accusations without proof. Words have consequences."
"Fine. But is he really this bold?" I pressed, even though I wasn't supposed to ask.
"He thinks he's strong enough to challenge me now."
Typical Mason. His words were razor-sharp, cutting straight to the truth.
Soon, the spare tire arrived. The mechanics jacked up the car and swapped the tire.
We drove toward the venue. Not even there yet, the scale of the wedding became undeniable.
A massive rainbow arch spanned the road ahead. "Is a big shot visiting?" I joked.
Mason ignored me. Then, I spotted the words: [Congratulations Mason Knight And Katherine Gordon]
My breath caught. This was for us? Soon, another arch appeared: [Wishing Them a Lifetime of Happiness]
Dozens more lined the route to the hotel, where a crowd buzzed with excitement.
As our car arrived, fireworks exploded and a live band struck up a joyous tune.
The entire hotel had been booked exclusively for today's event. A 100-foot-long, 60-foot-wide photo of Mason and me dominated the facade. In the picture, I leaned in Mason's arms, our gazes locked in bliss.
Banners with blessings fluttered alongside it, all bearing Delilah's unmistakable aesthetic stamp.
A crowd had gathered at the hotel entrance, with Helen at the forefront.
Mason got out of the car first, then opened the door for me. I approached Helen with a smile. "Mrs. Knight."
"Oh, my dear. From today onward, we're family. I'll cherish you as my own daughter." Helen's smile was warm. Whether genuine or not, her performance was flawless. Then, she handed me a velvet jewelry box as a wedding gift.
"Thank you," I said, tucking it into my bag.
Elena passed me a red carnation, which I offered to Helen as a gesture of gratitude.
Together with Mason, I followed Helen into the hotel. Whatever her true feelings, to the outside world, she played the doting mother perfectly.
As the venue doors swung open, camera flashes burst like fireworks, followed by thunderous applause.
Then came a familiar male voice. "Welcome our beautiful bride and handsome groom!"
My heart leaped. It sounded like Hunter Robertson, my favorite TV host. I glanced over and nearly gasped. It was him.
I had watched every show he'd ever hosted, never dreaming he could one day officiate my wedding. I made up my mind. After the ceremony, I would ask for his autograph.
With Harvey absent, the traditional "father giving away the bride" segment was skipped. Instead, arm in arm with Mason, I walked slowly toward the altar as the ceremony began.
The front row seated Delilah, Martin, Edward, and his wife, Grace Knight. Helen sat beside Martin, smiling warmly at us, though her eyes held something unreadable.
The second row was filled with political and business elites.
Hunter's voice resonated through the hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, I now declare the wedding celebration of Mason Knight and Katherine Gordon officially begun!"
Thunderous applause erupted.
Hunter's signature wit and charm kept the ceremony lively, drawing laughter and joy from the crowd.
Soon, it was time for the vows. Hunter's playful demeanor shifted to solemnity as he turned to Mason.
"Mr. Knight, do you take this woman to be your wife? To love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others, until death do you part?"
Delilah's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing over.
Mason answered firmly, "Yes, I do."
Hunter then turned to me. "Ms. Gordon, do you take this man to be your husband? To love and honor, in joy and in sorrow, to stand by him through all trials, and care for him all your days?"
I answered, "I—"
Just then, a woman's voice cut me off. "I object! Mason can't marry her. He has to marry me!"
All eyes instantly turned toward the entrance. There, in full bridal regalia, stood a woman. Her gaze locked on me with enough venom to set me ablaze. She was around my age, strikingly beautiful, but her expression was pure fury.
The room erupted into chaos. Reporters recovered first, cameras swiveling toward her.
"I'm his fiancée," she declared, chin raised.
Her words sent an even bigger ripple through the crowd. A groom getting married while his fiancée stood in the doorway wearing a wedding dress? This was juicier than this wedding.
The reporters grew even more excited. Questions flew fast. "Why didn't he marry you?"
"Why are you wearing a wedding dress here?"
"Did you break up?"
Tears streamed down the woman's face, but her voice was sharp. "Mason promised to marry me, but now he's betraying me for her. I love him. I want to be with him. Even if it means being his mistress, I don't care!"
At that, the crowd burst into laughter, including me.
I looked at the woman. She was beautiful, but honestly, I guess there was something seriously wrong with her brain.
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