Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 184

Sunny, that sly fox—she actually tricked him! And over twenty-five percent of the shares, no less. He barely owned more than her himself.

"Sean, are you alright? I'm talking to you!"

Sean snapped back to reality, forcing a smile. "Yeah, sorry. Let's head inside and grab a seat."

Grace Quinn eyed her husband suspiciously, not understanding why he was so rattled. She was just as shocked, to be honest—if Stellan was already married, she'd need to make other plans for their daughter.

Chloe, hearing the news for the first time, bit her lip hard and leaned in close to Luna, lowering her voice. "Luna, why didn't you tell me your Uncle Stellan got married? Who did he marry? Are you sure it's true?"

Luna smirked inwardly at Chloe's desperate hopefulness but kept her expression warm and sympathetic, playing the part of the caring friend. "Chloe, I've been so busy with wedding planning that it must have slipped my mind."

"It's true—Uncle Stellan got married. He even showed me the marriage certificate; they just haven't had the ceremony yet. He didn't say who she is, just that he'd be bringing her to our wedding today."

By half past eleven, nearly all the guests had arrived, yet Luna never caught sight of Sunny. Disappointment pricked at her.

So she really was a coward after all. Luna had given her too much credit. She'd hoped to settle old scores today, but it looked like she'd have to let this one slide.

Luna and her bridesmaids retreated to the dressing room for a makeup touch-up and a change into her ceremony gown.

Tristan, too, was disappointed. His feelings were a tangled mess—part of him wanted to see Sunny's regret after the broken engagement, but another part dreaded the thought of her showing up just to give him her blessing, as if she'd really moved on.

He waited, restless and tense, but the woman who haunted his thoughts never appeared.

"All right, everyone's here. Let's go. The ceremony starts in ten minutes," someone called.

Magnus, however, muttered under his breath, "Where's Stellan? He's usually not this late."

Annabelle reassured him gently. "He probably got held up. Your brother always was unpredictable. Who knows if he'll show?"

The ceremony began. Luna took Magnus's arm and walked down the aisle. At the altar, her adoptive father placed her hand into Tristan's.

Tears shimmered in Luna's eyes. Tristan, handsome as ever, gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Don't cry, or you'll smudge your makeup and complain you're not beautiful enough."

She sniffled. "Tristan, will you always treat me well?"

"Of course. Stop worrying. I'll take care of you for the rest of our lives."

His gentle promises soothed Luna's anxious heart, sweet and dangerous as honeyed poison.

They exchanged rings and sealed their vows with a kiss as the guests looked on.

Zara kept glancing at the doors. Sunny had promised she'd come today, but where was she? The ceremony would be over any minute.

At a nearby table, a group of trust fund heirs lounged together.

"Hey, where's Mitchell's boss, Lawson? Not coming after all?" Alexander flicked his lighter, sounding bored.

Stellan had told Caleb he'd be here, which was the only reason the group had bothered to show up—to support his nephew, and maybe to see the mystery wife Stellan said he'd bring along.

"Sunny, I hope when you receive this bouquet, you'll find your own happiness. I'm sending you all my best wishes, from Tristan and me. May luck and joy always be with you."

Zara ground her teeth in frustration. "Is she out of her mind? Who does she think she's blessing with that tone?"

She wanted nothing more than to storm the stage and wipe that smug look off Luna's face.

Chloe frowned, annoyed at missing out on the bouquet, but after Luna's speech, she laughed. So her best friend really was a master at cutting deep with a smile.

She'd be sure to pass every word along—verbatim—to her dear sister.

Just as the officiant began to conclude the ceremony, the banquet hall doors burst open.

All heads turned. Stellan strode in, sharp in his tailored suit, with a woman on his arm—her deep green gown clinging elegantly to her figure.

The room fell silent.

Wasn't that Mr. Lawson's ex-fiancée—the one who'd made such a scene at the last wedding?

Sunny flashed a dazzling smile, her lips bright against her pale skin. "No need to pass the bouquet to me. Better save it for the single ladies."

She paused, then added, "After all, I'm already married."

A faint, contented smile played at Stellan's lips. His voice was low and tender as he addressed the front of the room, "Dad, big brother—sorry we're late. My wife and I had a bit of a delay."