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

Her hair was tied back modestly, and her posture conveyed a nervousness she struggled to hide. Remember, Sarah, Thomas murmured close to her ear as they walked. Just smile, and I’ll handle the rest.

She forced a smile, but felt the weight of every gaze fixed on her. It was as if she were being judged by a silent jury, where the verdict already seemed decided, unfit. Among the guests, Rebecca Lewis stood out.

She wore a bold red dress, practically a warning that she wouldn’t go unnoticed. When her eyes met Thomas’s, the malicious smile that crossed her lips made it clear she was ready for a confrontation. Thomas, darling, Rebecca approached, holding a glass of champagne.

Her tone was sweet, but her words dripped with venom. What a surprise to see you looking so refreshed. Rebecca, Thomas replied coolly, I see you haven’t changed a bit.

She laughed, ignoring his sharp tone. And this is your fiancé? Rebecca turned to Sarah, giving her a once-over. What an interesting choice.

Sarah felt her face flush, but before she could say anything, Thomas intervened. Sarah is everything I could ever want in a wife. Authentic, loyal, and above all, real.

The comment cut into Rebecca’s ego like a knife. She managed a tight smile, but her eyes burned with resentment. As the evening progressed, Sarah tried to blend in with the guests, but the conversations often circled around veiled questions or passive-aggressive remarks.

So, you worked as a gardener? One woman with an affected voice asked, her smile insincere. Yes, Sarah replied, lifting her chin. An honest job I’ve always been proud of.

Her direct response caught the woman off guard, who quickly changed the subject. Sarah realized that although she felt out of place, her authenticity was beginning to win over a few of the guests. From a corner of the room, Thomas observed everything.

He had expected Sarah to falter or make some misstep, but instead he saw a woman who, despite her nerves, displayed courage and dignity. It unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. She wasn’t just there to play a role.

She was starting to stand out on her own. However, the tension of the evening peaked when Rebecca approached Thomas again. Can I steal a moment of your time? she asked, her voice sweet as poisoned honey.

He followed her out onto a balcony, away from prying eyes. Once they were alone, Rebecca dropped her mask. So, this is what you do now? Lower yourself to this level just to provoke me? This has nothing to do with you, Rebecca, Thomas replied, keeping his composure.

Oh, please, she scoffed, crossing her arms. Do you really think you’re fooling anyone? This sham of a marriage. That girl doesn’t belong in our world, and you know it.

Thomas narrowed his eyes. What bothers you so much, Rebecca? The fact that I’m happy, or the fact that you no longer have any power over me? Rebecca stepped closer, her eyes blazing with anger. You can pretend all you want, Thomas, but deep down, you know I’m still the only one who truly understands you.

You’re wrong, he said firmly, and this conversation is over. When Thomas returned to the hall, he found Sarah near the drinks table, holding a glass of juice. She looked relieved to see him, but there was something in her eyes that made him pause.

Are you all right? he asked, stepping closer. Surviving, she replied with a faint smile. He wanted to say something more, perhaps a word of reassurance, but he held back.

In that moment, Thomas began to realise that Sarah wasn’t as fragile as she appeared, and it intrigued him in ways he wasn’t yet prepared to admit. The party went on late into the night, but the seeds of change had already been planted. While Sarah braced herself for the challenging journey ahead, Thomas was starting to see that his plan might be far more complicated than he had imagined.

As for Rebecca, she wouldn’t give up so easily, fanning the flames of a fire that threatened to consume them all. Thomas Brown’s mansion was immense, almost like a modern castle, but to Sarah Cooper, it felt more like a cold and oppressive labyrinth. Every perfectly lit corridor and every immaculate piece of furniture served as a reminder that this place was not her home.

It was Sarah’s first official day living as Thomas’s wife, and she already felt the weight of her new reality. The discomfort began early that morning when she came down for breakfast. The table was far too long, decorated with exotic fruits and refined dishes she couldn’t even identify.

Good morning, Mrs. Brown, said a stern-looking housekeeper, her formal tone more of a warning. Sarah would be watched and judged by everyone. She smiled, trying to mask her nervousness.

Good morning. As she sat down, she noticed the exchanged glances among the staff. They weren’t used to seeing her in this role.

To them, she was still the gardener, someone who belonged outside among the flowers, not at the main table. Thomas entered the room, dressed in his usual impeccable suit. He seemed as at ease as Sarah felt out of place.

I hope you slept well, he said while pouring himself a cup of coffee. It was different, she replied, unsure how to describe the sensation of being surrounded by such luxury, yet feeling so out of place. He nodded absentmindedly, already engrossed in his phone, reading and replying to messages.

For Thomas, this marriage was still a transaction, and Sarah had a role to play. We have an event tonight, he said without looking up. You’ll need to be prepared.

An event? What kind of event? A dinner with some important associates. I need you to look comfortable, confident. Sarah raised an eyebrow.

And how exactly am I supposed to do that? Thomas finally looked at her, as if registering the real question behind her words. He exhaled. Just be polite and smile.

Sarah bit back a sharp reply and finished her coffee in silence. Throughout the day, Sarah tried to establish some sort of routine in the mansion. However, every attempt was a reminder that she didn’t belong there.

The staff were professional, but many treated her with forced respect, almost as if they were waiting for her to make a mistake. In the living room, a maid was cleaning the vases while whispering something to another, unaware that Sarah was nearby. I don’t know how she managed it.

Marrying him, one of them said. It must be temporary. There’s no way he’s serious about this.

The other replied with a quiet laugh. Sarah felt her face burn, but she walked away. It wasn’t the first time she’d overheard such comments since the marriage was announced, but the humiliation was still hard to bear…