Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Lorraine looked down in embarrassment. Her long lashes hid her eyes. 'Who am I to worry about him, anyway?' she wondered.
She bit her lip so hard that it left a pale mark. Her breathing was quick and shallow. She didn't dare nod, but she also couldn't bring herself to shake her head either. With no answer, she just stayed silent.
"Hey, you two," Lorenzo called out as he walked over, taking in the scene with a look of disbelief, yet he was somehow still in the mood to joke. "So, which one of you is the top and which is the bottom?" he asked, laughing.
Eugene let go of Lorraine and shot Lorenzo a cold glare. "Lorenzo, shut up."
"Lorraine, you actually look pretty handsome dressed as a guy. And so innocent, too," Lorenzo said, not daring to look at her legs and instead focusing on her face under the cap. "Seriously, you look great."
"Thank you," Lorraine mumbled, both shy and flustered. Her face turned bright red as she forced out the words.
Eugene shot them a cold look. "Let's go," he said. He held her hand tightly the whole way, not letting go.
The party was still in full swing downstairs in the main hall. The bodyguards at the front entrance gave the group of four people a quick glance before signaling them to pass through.
After all, out here on the open sea, it was basically impossible for anyone to sneak onto the ship. To the bodyguards, the four of them in white shirts looked just like the other men with particular tastes.
Once inside, Eugene guided Lorraine to stand in a corner quietly while Lorenzo and Nathan went their separate ways.
Eugene and Lorraine hadn't been there long when the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.
The group of gays instantly fell silent, scrambling across the floor like caterpillars to grab their discarded shirts and cover themselves as best they could.
Right after that, the roar of a helicopter engine came from outside. For a moment, everyone in the hall went quiet, and then the hall exploded with deafening cheers in waves.
They all started chanting Stephen's name in unison, worshipping him like he was a god.
It was a room full of men, but the mysterious "Ms. Godfrey" from earlier during the day was nowhere to be seen, as if she'd vanished from the ship without a trace.
Lorraine found herself wondering who she really was, but the thought passed in a flash.
Her ears were ringing from all the shouting. She quietly tugged on Eugene's hand and leaned in to whisper, "Why is everyone shouting Stephen's name? What's he doing here tonight?"
"Just wait. The real show's about to start," Eugene replied.
Five minutes later, the doors swung open again. A brand-new red carpet, stretching a few hundred feet, was rolled out from the helicopter, while the hall remained shrouded in darkness.
Stephen walked over slowly, surrounded by a crowd. Dressed in a crisp white tailcoat, he looked every bit the refined gentleman. He seemed elegant and poised, almost as if he were gliding in on a wave.
Lorraine thought to herself, 'If those women don't truly understand what kind of man he is, they must be falling for him right now.' But as she gazed at Stephen now, he seemed like a complete stranger to her.
She could hardly recall what it felt like when they first met, or the moments they shared before they were married. Perhaps the more she was hurt, the easier it became to forget.
It was bad enough that there was never any genuine love. To make matters worse, their marriage was just a cover-up. Yet, being labeled as a "tool," "public image," or "surrogate" hurt more than she was willing to admit.
Sensing her breathing grow lighter, Eugene turned to glance at her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just thinking about how to make him uncomfortable," Lorraine replied, gesturing toward Stephen as he neared the entrance.
Eugene raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Sure."
He was smiling, but Lorraine could sense the sharp edge in his gaze. There was a cold, lethal glint lurking just beneath the surface.
For the first time tonight, Lorraine experienced a great sense of anticipation.
In her mind, no one in their right mind would return good for evil, especially not to someone like Stephen.
Suddenly, the entire hall plunged into darkness. Lorraine instinctively tensed up, but Eugene pulled her into his arms and gently patted her head. "It's okay. Don't be scared."
Then music began to flow. It was an iconic piano piece, haunting and beautiful. At times, it felt mournful; at others, tender, as if telling a breathtaking love story.
The melody felt completely out of place with the decadent atmosphere in the hall, but everyone around was silent, utterly absorbed in the music.
Then, the spotlight hit the stage. A figure slowly rose on a lifting platform, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, with long hair cascading down, stunningly beautiful. If not for the flat chest, one would swear it was a woman.
Lorraine slapped a hand over her mouth, barely stopping herself from gasping out loud. The person was none other than Kevin.
She thought, 'So tonight is Stephen and Kevin's wedding? Oh, my God. This is insane. Stephen hasn't even officially signed the divorce papers with me, and he's already rushing to do something this outrageous.
'A gay wedding, on a luxury cruise ship? No wonder they kept it all so secret. Did Stephen bring me here? Is he worried I'll ruin his plans? Or is there something else?' She would have to figure it out later.
She watched as her nominal husband strolled down the aisle. He took Kevin's hand with all the affection in the world.
With the priest as their witness and the cheers of the entire crowd of gay men, they exchanged vows, gazing at each other like no one else existed.
Then, in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by lilies, the two of them hugged, danced, and kissed, as if they could keep spinning together until the end of time.
Everyone around them looked on with admiration, jealousy, and resentment.
Only Eugene, Lorenzo, Nathan, and Lorraine found the whole thing utterly nauseating.
When Lorraine and Stephen got married, she wore a simple cocktail dress. 'What did he say back then? Oh, right. He said wedding dresses were ugly and that he didn't care about all that extravagant stuff, claiming that something plain was good enough,' she thought.
Looking back now, she realized he just didn't like her, not the dress. The memory made her stomach churn. Her fingers twitched, her palms sweaty.
Eugene noticed her change, lowered his head, and gently guided her to the window. As moonlight from the sea bathed them both, he glanced at her face. Seeing that she seemed fine, he relaxed slightly and asked casually, "Do you hate him?"
Lorraine hesitated for a moment because she had never really considered it before. But after a brief pause, she shook her head and replied firmly, "No. But I want him to lose everything."
She didn't hate him because there had never been any true love between them. Her desire for him to lose everything was her way of restoring her sense of dignity.
Even though she hadn't loved him, she had still gone along with their arrangement. Hoping for a peaceful life, she married him, tried to depend on him, and gave what she could. But Stephen's response to all of that was to crush her feelings.
Eugene's eyes flashed with surprise at her answer. He stared at her for a long moment and then finally put on a soft, lingering smile. "Good girl."
That smile, with the moonlight gleaming in his eyes, was so warm and captivating that it could make anyone lose themselves.
Lorraine quickly lowered her head, trying to calm her pounding heart. "Their vows are done. Did we get the footage? Can we go now?"
"What's the rush?" Eugene lifted his chin, gesturing toward the "newlyweds" not far away. "Didn't you say you wanted him to lose everything? This isn't nearly enough."
"So what else do we need to film?" Lorraine asked.
Eugene smiled, leaned in close, and whispered in her ear, "Life's short. Enjoy it while you can. It's their wedding night. What do you think they're about to do?"
He kept his voice barely above a whisper, not intentionally, but it somehow came across as oddly intimate.
Lorraine's ears turned red, her face flushing deeply. "A-are we really going to film that?"
The idea of secretly recording Stephen and Kevin having sex was completely unimaginable to her.
"Of course. Just the wedding alone won't prove anything or get us what we want," Eugene replied.
Hearing that, Lorraine said without hesitation, "Alright."
"He had his men bring you here today and made sure someone kept an eye on you because he saw you on the street yesterday. He thought you were planning to crash his wedding," Eugene patiently explained.
He added, "But really, we're just here to wish them happiness, right?"
The word "we" didn't hold any real significance, but for some reason, it sounded strangely comforting.
Lorraine nodded, her eyes falling on the blooming lilies. Suddenly, she felt it was a bit of a shame. "Honestly, they shouldn't have lilies at their wedding," she said.
'Such beautiful flowers. They're probably expensive too,'she thought. 'They look so holy and pure. Using them as wedding decorations feels like such a waste.'
Eugene couldn't quite figure out why she cared about the flowers at such a tense moment. "So what flowers should they have, then?" he asked, feeling strange.
"Soaps, of course. Kevin's going to be picking up the soap again," Lorraine said with total seriousness, like she was discussing some major academic issue. "So, do you think yellow or white soaps are better?"
Eugene was speechless, thinking, 'What on earth is going on in her head?'
He just laughed and ruffled her hair. "Quiet down. Next time, if you get the chance, you can send them all the soaps you want. Yellow or white ones, as many as you like. I won't stop you."
Suddenly, Lorraine thought of "Ms. Godfrey" again. For some reason, she just felt like "Ms. Godfrey" didn't really belong on this cruise, and Ms. Godfrey didn't want to harm her. Otherwise, after eating that stuff, she'd probably be dead by now.
She was still completely confused and about to ask Eugene if he knew the mysterious "Ms. Godfrey." Just then, cheers erupted from the dance floor.
It turned out that Stephen had just kissed Kevin in front of everyone. Then he announced that they would party until dawn, and no one was allowed to leave.
On the deck, Stephen's armed men had already their positions, guarding every exit on the ship. Even the main hall was locked from the outside.
The cheers erupted like crashing waves, shaking the room as if it might lift off the roof. Champagne corks flew in every direction, transforming the place into a wild, extravagant water fight.
Most people were already drenched. With rock music blasting, they even started grinding and hunting for their next target. Since no one could leave, everyone just let loose and went wild.
Lorraine's heart jumped, her throat suddenly dry. "Eugene, what should we do?" she whispered.
Tonight, this place would turn into a den of debauchery. There was a real chance they'd all be exposed. Danger lurked at every corner. No one knew if they'd live to see the sunrise.