Stand Me Up? I'll Marry His Billionaire Uncle novel Chapter 185

Caleb watched as the man strode forward, calm and unhurried, every step measured and deliberate. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Seriously, even his grand entrance is over the top—classic Stellan.

Up on the stage, the bride and groom looked stricken.

Luna's bouquet hit the floor with a heavy thud, petals scattering everywhere.

Her mind was a swirling mess, desperate to believe that none of this was real.

How could this be happening? How could Sunny possibly be marrying Uncle Stellan?

Tristan's eyes narrowed instantly, his heart pounding like a war drum, blood freezing in his veins.

All he could see, reflected in those sharp, hawk-like eyes, were the two of them—Sunny and Stellan—arm in arm, looking for all the world like a couple in love.

Her red lips, slender arms, that graceful waist—she was radiant as she walked toward them, every movement elegant and poised.

Tristan stared, unmoving, at her delicate hand intertwined with Stellan's. The man she was holding onto was his own Uncle Stellan.

Utterly absurd.

At that moment, every trace of longing vanished from Sunny's eyes, replaced by a cold, unmistakable mockery.

Her gaze seemed to sneer at him: See? I told you I didn't love you anymore.

A sharp, impossible ache seized Tristan's chest, as if a thousand needles were stabbing his heart, leaving it raw and torn.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from their clasped hands, his gaze growing bloodshot.

Stellan barely smirked, his tone smooth as ever. "Tristan, Luna—congratulations! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness. Sorry my wife and I are late."

"She insisted on making a good first impression as my wife, so we took a little longer getting ready. I hope you don't mind?"

Don't mind? How could he possibly not mind? He minded more than anything.

Tristan's eyes were fierce, voice hoarse. "Uncle Stellan—why?"

There are so many women in the world. Why did it have to be her?

Stellan glanced at his father, raising an eyebrow. "Dad, you don't look too happy."

Abbot let out a heavy snort. "And why would I be? Stellan, you're making a fool out of your old man!"

"Oh?" Stellan's smile was lazy. "How exactly am I making a fool of you? Maybe you could enlighten me."

Abbot shot him a murderous glare. Ungrateful child! How did he end up with a son like this?

Magnus and Annabelle took their seats, both looking grim. Annabelle was the first to lash out. "Sunny, I never realized you were so ambitious."

She'd assumed the disfavored girl would simply break off the engagement with her son—but it turned out she had her sights set on the entire Lawson family.

If Sunny really married in… she'd go from being Annabelle's daughter-in-law to her sister-in-law. The thought alone made Annabelle's head pound.

Stellan parried smoothly. "Sister-in-law, I didn't realize my marriage would bother you this much."

Magnus quickly saw things spiraling out of control and stepped in. "Enough. Let's keep the peace—we still have to greet the guests later. No need to make a scene."

Meanwhile, Luna and Tristan retreated to the dressing room, both too stunned for words. For a long while, neither spoke a single word.