Chapter 2:
A brand-new white dress had been prepared for Yuvan.
It hugged his figure perfectly, accentuating his delicate form. He looked breathtaking in it.
A long veil was then placed over his head, gently covering his face.
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The doors of the hall opened, and Yuvan stepped inside, moving slowly as he held a bouquet of white baby's breath.
All eyes turned toward him.
He walked down the aisle, each step bringing him closer to his soon-to-be husband—Sebastian Sterling.
Sebastian Sterling, known as the most handsome man in the world, and also the most powerful man across Asia, Europe and Australia.
He stood at the altar, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, exuding an air of cold elegance.
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The wedding ceremony passed swiftly. Soon after, guests approached them one by one, offering their congratulations.
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The Sterling family owned a grand mansion in Canada.
After the reception, they returned to the Sterling mansion.
Yuvan was led to Sebastian's room.
He sat quietly on the couch, waiting for his new husband.
Moments later, Sebastian entered.
He walked toward the couch at an unhurried pace and stopped in front of Yuvan.
Slowly, he lifted the veil—
and froze.
Sebastian's POV:
I had expected someone beautiful, someone elegant.
But what I saw was something else entirely.
He was breathtaking.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Soft light streamed in from the nearby window, brushing across his face and making his skin glow like pale gold. His features were gentle yet striking, perfectly balanced—as though sculpted with impossible precision. Dark lashes rested over wide eyes that slowly lifted to meet mine.
Those eyes.
They were deep and luminous, carrying a quiet nervousness that only made them more captivating. There was something soft within them, something innocent and pure—so much so that it felt as if I were gazing at something rare… something almost untouchable.
His hair fell smoothly around his face, dark as midnight silk, framing his delicate features. A few loose strands rested against his forehead, lending him an effortless beauty—both natural and refined.
His lips were slightly parted—soft, plump, and pink.
Irresistibly kissable.
I had met countless beautiful people in my life—models, socialites, celebrities—but none had ever been as breathtaking as him.
"Umm…" he let out a small sound.
I came back to my senses.
"You aren't my bride. Who are you?" I asked.
"I… I am Yuvan."
His voice.
Soft. Melodious.
The kind of voice one could listen to endlessly.
Yuvan.
'My babe's name is Yuvan. It suits him perfectly.'
I cleared my throat. "Umm… so, would you mind explaining?" I asked softly.
He looked at me for a moment before telling me everything.
"Oh… so that's what happened."
I held his gaze, then smirked slightly as I leaned closer, our faces only inches apart.
"So, now you're my wife," I said, my voice low and teasing.
His cheeks flushed instantly.
Adorable.
I grinned and lifted him into my arms.
"Since you're my wife, shouldn't you fulfill your wife duties?" I whispered near his ear.
"I… um… I…" he stammered.
I laughed softly. "I was joking."
He stared at me, then pouted.
Oh God… he was so cute.
I wanted to kiss those pouty lips.
I carried him to the bed and laid him down gently.
Leaning closer, I whispered softly, "By the way, babe… you look breathtaking in this dress."
His face turned crimson.
I chuckled and lay down beside him, pulling him into my arms.
"Good night, wife."
"Good night," he whispered.
That night, I slept better than I had in a long time.
*:..｡o To be continue o｡..:*