A vengeful millionaire weds a humble, plain gardener to spite his former lover, only to uncover a shocking truth on their wedding night…

How long have you been working here? Almost two years, sir. I’ve been taking care of the garden since it was renovated. He nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

Sarah had something Rebecca never did, authenticity. Her demeanour was simple, yet full of dignity. She was the perfect choice.

In the days that followed, Thomas began to approach Sarah more often. Casual conversations about the garden became more frequent, and he learned more about her life. She was an only child, taking care of her sick mother, who relied on expensive medical treatments.

Sarah worked tirelessly to support her household without complaint. One afternoon, as she organised her tools, Thomas decided to act. Sarah, may I talk to you about something important? He began, his voice firm, but slightly hesitant.

Of course, Mr. Brown. Thomas took a deep breath. I need your help with a personal project.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. What kind of project? I want to get married, he said bluntly, watching the surprise flash in her eyes. To me? Her voice was filled with incredulity.

She laughed nervously, thinking it was a cruel joke. Yes, Thomas replied firmly, but it’s not what you think. It won’t be a traditional marriage, he explained his plan in a cold and calculated manner.

Sarah would be his wife by contract, a facade to show Rebecca that he had moved on and was thriving without her. In return, he would ensure her mother received complete medical care and provide a generous financial compensation. This isn’t right, Sarah responded, crossing her arms.

You want to use people to get back at someone else. It’s not that simple, Thomas retorted, keeping his composure. I need this, and you need money for your mother.

It’s a deal. A hollow deal, she countered, her tone firm and her eyes serious. Thomas knew convincing Sarah wouldn’t be easy.

She had principles that wouldn’t bend easily, but he was also aware of her difficult circumstances. That night, he had a detailed medical report from specialists sent to her home, along with a letter reiterating the terms of their agreement. The next day, Sarah arrived at the mansion with the envelope in hand.

You’re a cold man, Mr. Brown, she said, staring directly at him, but I won’t let my mother suffer because of my pride. I accept, but let’s be clear, I’m only doing this for her. Thomas nodded, satisfied.

It’ll be good for both of us, trust me. She let out a humorless laugh. Trust you? That’s asking too much.

With the contract signed, the plan was set in motion. Thomas believed he had everything under control. Sarah, however, felt a mix of relief and unease.

As she returned to her work in the garden, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped into something far bigger than she could imagine. Thomas watched Sarah from his window. She was the perfect piece for his game.

What he didn’t know yet was that by playing with fate, he was opening the door to changes that even he, with all his control, couldn’t predict. The event hall was filled with shimmering lights and the characteristic buzz of Seattle’s elite. Every detail had been meticulously planned by Thomas Brown.

The extravagant buffet, the impeccable decor, and the atmosphere carefully designed to impress. That night wasn’t just a party, it was a public statement. He was back in the game, and this time with a fiancée who defied everyone’s expectations.

When Sarah walked into the room beside Thomas, the atmosphere seemed to shift. All eyes turned toward the couple, and the momentary silence was replaced by hushed murmurs. She wore a simple blue dress that highlighted her natural beauty, but stood out against the excessive glamour of the other women present…