The Billionaire’s Bride: Our Vows Do Not Matter

Nature’s fury poured forth with unrelenting force, battering the world outside. The deafening rumble of thunder echoed through the sky, drowning out all other sounds. Thick, dark clouds rolled in and swallowed the once-clear blue sky. With each crash of lightning, shadows danced across the pavement below. As the rain began to pelt down on the streets, people scurried for cover, their steps quickening as they searched for any available shelter. The angry downpour was a catalyst for chaos, causing heavy traffic to clog the bustling streets of New York City. Cars honked impatiently, and pedestrians huddled under awnings, seeking refuge from the relentless deluge. The cityscape was transformed into a watery canvas, streaked with vibrant hues and blurred shapes as the rain continued to pour down upon it.

As the first drops of rain pattered against the window, old Mr. Knight sat inside the room, lost in thought. The rain quickly escalated into a fierce downpour, its rhythmic beat echoing through the chamber. Gradually, the sound penetrated the sleepy man’s consciousness, and he roused from his slumber. Slowly, he made his way downstairs, where he was met with the sight of Xavier and Edward engaged in an intense game of cat and mouse. Both men let out a collective sigh as they turned to face him, their eyes flickering with tension and anticipation. Clearing his throat, Mr. Knight entered the room, breaking the hold of their intense focus. The air was thick with unspoken words, and it was clear that something significant had just transpired between the two men.

“Bring Cathleen; I want to have a word with her.” Before Xavier could even open his mouth to respond, Edward had sharply interjected with his own reply, cutting off any chance for Xavier to speak.

“Well, Father, I saw her leaving the house in tears.” The elderly man, with wrinkles, etched deep into his face, cast his gaze down at his son, Xavier. On the other hand, Xavier’s expression remained stoic, and his eyes narrowed in a stern warning to his brother. The elderly Mr. Knight let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he and Xavier exchanged glances. The weight of their unspoken conversation hung heavily in the air around them. It was a familiar routine between father and son, one that spoke volumes about their complicated relationship.

“I don’t know what it is, but, son, you will regret it, and my hope is that it won’t be too late for you. You never really know what you have until you have lost it.” These were the words spoken by the man as he made his way back up the stairs to his bedroom.

Xavier couldn’t understand the hold Cathleen had over his father. She was a woman of questionable morals who made her living through dubious means and constantly chased after wealth and status, just like her conniving family. Her painted face and tight-fitting clothes gave away her true intentions, yet his father seemed oblivious to it all. Xavier was left baffled and disgusted by the situation.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

As the afternoon sun crept through the windows, casting warm rays across the room, old Mr. Knight slowly made his way to take a much-needed rest. The man in the room was deep in thought, his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping anxiously on the arm of his chair. He couldn’t comprehend why his son would act so carelessly with his wife, causing such turmoil within their once-promising marriage. It pained him to see the sadness etched on his daughter-in-law’s face, and he longed to understand the reason behind his son’s actions.

Despite the carefully constructed facade they had built around their relationship, it was painfully obvious to Xavier that their marriage was crumbling beneath the surface. The subtle avoidance and lack of effort on both sides made it clear that Cathleen had no intention of trying to salvage anything. She was a woman of precision and control; her posture and movements were rigid with discipline. Her gaze held an icy distance, revealing nothing of her thoughts or feelings towards him. It was like trying to read a book with all the pages torn out-frustrating and disheartening.

The man had known her since she was a small child. Back then, she was a delicate little girl with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and a smile that could light up any room. Years later, her once innocent expression had been replaced with one that held more experience and cynicism. However, there were still remnants of her warm-hearted nature that shone through. The man let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of time and memories wash over him. He went to bed and leaned back against the soft headboard of the bed, its velvet fabric cooling against his skin. As he closed his eyes and prepared to drift off to sleep, he couldn’t help but think about how much this young girl had grown and changed before his very eyes.

Meanwhile, Cathleen continued to drive along the busy streets of New York in the torrential downpour of rain. She hadn’t shed a tear for anyone or anything since Finn had betrayed her and her father. But now she couldn’t help but shed a few as she drove on. This was the first time in her entire life that she’d tried to run away from what was troubling her, but she’d done it anyway. She was unable to withstand the accusation that she had slept with Mr. Knight, an elderly man who had been a father figure to her, or more like a grandfather. It was an accusation that did not sit well with her. She was well aware of Xavier’s hatred for her, but the fact that the man really had that kind of opinion of her was like a big thorn being driven deep into her flesh. How anyone could accuse her of such a thing was something she could not understand.

The torrential rain pelted down on the windshield, creating a distorted view of the road ahead. Thunder rumbled in the distance, adding to the chaos of the storm. Through tear-filled eyes, she struggled to keep her car steady on the slick roads. Slowly, she wiped at her cheeks, trying to clear her vision, but it seemed as though the tears would not stop. Her once bright and lively eyes now appeared dull and lifeless, as if all hope had been drained from them. It was almost as if everything that had happened earlier in the day was just a horrifying nightmare that she couldn’t escape from. But as she continued to drive through the storm, she knew that this was no dream-it was her harsh reality.

The sudden blare of a horn jolted her out of her daze, its sound echoing in the distance. Panic set in as she realized it was the truck that had caused her alarm. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she frantically scanned the road, realizing with horror that she was driving on the wrong side. But it was too late to switch lanes now, and she could only hold her breath and hope for the best as the massive vehicle hurtled towards her.

As her vision blurred, she frantically looked up from the steering wheel to see that her car had careened off the road and into a gnarled oak tree. The impact was so forceful that it set off the car’s blaring horn, adding to the chaos of the moment. Smoke billowed from the crumpled front end of the vehicle as the pounding rain seemed to mock its demise. The heavy droplets beat relentlessly against the metal, creating a symphony of destruction.

As Cathleen’s world faded into a hazy blur, the distant wail of an ambulance siren pierced through her consciousness. The sound grew louder and more urgent with each passing second, drowning out all other noise. She could feel the vibrations of the siren pulsing through her body, filling her with a sense of urgency and impending danger. It was as if her very life depended on that wailing siren, beckoning for help to arrive. And in that moment, it was the only thing that mattered to her.

As the ambulance sped through the bustling streets of Manhattan, its siren wailing urgently, the doors were flung open with tremendous force. Four paramedics emerged, their faces grim and focused, as they quickly retrieved the stretcher from the back of the vehicle. With practiced efficiency, they began pushing it toward the entrance of one of Manhattan’s public hospitals. Nurses and doctors stood at the ready outside, their white coats fluttering in the wind as they awaited the arrival of patients. The air was tense with anticipation and urgency, with a constant hum of activity permeating every corner of the hospital grounds.

“We have a female patient who is in critical condition, and her pulse is very weak!” One of the paramedics shouted as he pushed the gurney into position.

“What’s the matter with you? Why are you standing there? Get her to the operating theater!” The doctor who was in charge of the operation ordered the nurses. The doctor turned to look at the four paramedics who had brought Cathleen to the hospital and asked them. “Is there any family member with her?” One of the paramedics shook his head. He handed the man a phone, which was switched off.

“We found this and a laptop in her car. But both devices were off.” The doctor took the items from the paramedic and gave them the order to be on their way. The doctor rushed to the operating room so that he could attend to the patient, but when he got there, one of the nurses spoke to him.

“Sir, the patient stopped breathing as soon as we entered the operating room. We made several attempts to resuscitate her but to no avail.