The Billionaire's Sudden Bride novel Chapter 139

Victoria’s POV

The Ritz–Carlton suite’s panoramic windows framed Manhattan like was my personal backdrop. I admired my reflection as the stylist made final adjustments to my custom Vera Wang gown. Ivory silk cascaded from my waist, bodice adorned with hand–seven crystals that caught every hint of light.

“Miss Taylor, please hold still,” the stylist murmured, adjusting the train.

I sucked in my breath, annoyed but compliant. My gaze drifted to the window, watching the steady stream of black town cars depositing Manhattan’s elite at our doorstep. Years of hustle, sacrifice, and yes, a few well–placed manipulations had led to this moment. Alexander Stark was about to become my husband, and everyone who mattered had shown up to witness it.

A knock interrupted my thoughts.

“Victoria? Darling, it’s me.”

Mom swept in, resplendent in champagne–colored Chanel that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent. Her face lit up when she saw me, genuine pride shining in her eyes–the look I’d spent my entire life trying to earn.

“Oh, Victoria,” she breathed. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Mom, is everyone here yet?”

“Almost everyone,” she replied. “But honey, you wouldn’t believe it–literally every A–lister in Manhattan showed up! Victoria, sweetheart, I’m making sure the entire Upper East Side knows my daughter is the luckiest bride in New York City.”

Warmth spread through my chest. After years fighting for her approval, I finally had it–completely.

“Mom! Where’s Alex?” I asked, suddenly realizing I hadn’t seen my fiancé in hours.

“He’s working the room, darling. The guest list is insane.” She winked. “Don’t worry, you two will have plenty of alone time later.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Mom! Seriously?”

Elizabeth laughed. “Come now, you’re about to be a married woman. No need for false modesty. And sp of being married–you should follow my advice and give Alexander a child as soon as possible. That will secure your position in the Stark family even more

firmly.”

My smile faltered. “A baby? But I’m still young, and I just signed with Stark Entertainment. Having a child might ruin my figure.” I redirected quickly. “Anyway, Mom, has that little nuisance Summer shown up yet?”

Elizabeth’s expression soured slightly. “Didn’t you say you gave her an invitation? She can’t possibly stay away.”

My eyes brightened. “That’s good. She is my only sister, after all. I’d be so disappointed if she missed my wedding.” Inside, I was relishing a different sentiment: Whether she comes or not, this wedding will be a permanent scar on her heart.

“Soon I’m going to find your sister a good man, whether she wants it or not. Well, I can’t stay too long–I should go back to greeting our guests.” Mom smoothed her dress. “By the way, where are those friends of yours? Sophie and Anna, right? I haven’t seen them.”

“Sophie’s already here, Mom. It’s my wedding–how could she miss it? As for Anna, she’s not-”

A knock on the door interrupted me. I went to answer it, expecting another stylist. Instead, I found myself staring at a ghost.

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Chapter 139

Anna Watson stood in the doorway, her face marred by two angry red scars. I stumbled backward in shock, my hand flying to my

mouth.

“You…” I couldn’t speak, terror gripping my chest as memories of Manhattan Club and Brandon Stark’s wrath flashed through my mind.

Anna’s lips curved into a hollow smile. “Victoria, congratulations to you and Alexander!”

I forced myself to regain composure. “Anna, thank you, I didn’t expect you today. I heard about your… is your face okay? I’m sorry, I was just… surprised. Who did this to you?”

Anna’s expression hardened. “Who else but that bitch Summer? I’ll never forgive her for this.”

My mother approached, taking Anna’s hand sympathetically. “Such a beautiful face, what a shame. Anna, you were so gorgeous before. What a pity!”

“Mrs. Taylor! Does it look terrible?” Anna’s voice trembled.

“No, no, not terrible. Anna is still beautiful!” Mom reassured her. “Some people might be pretty on the outside but have rotten. hearts. I just think it’s unfortunate–why haven’t you gotten proper treatment?”

“I will,” Anna assured her. “But Victoria’s wedding is more important. If I had gone for reconstructive surgery, I might not have seen Victoria for six months, and I couldn’t miss giving her my congratulations in person. Victoria is my best friend. Victoria, wish you and Alexander eternal happiness and a blessed future together.”

Guilt twisted inside me. “Thank you! Anna, I’m so sorry about what happened. Summer is my sister, but I never imagined she’d do something like this to you. I don’t expect you to forgive her, but today is my wedding–if Summer does show up, please don’t cause a scene, alright?”

“Okay.” Anna said. “I promise I won’t confront Summer today. I’ll be fine.”

Mom patted Anna’s shoulder. “I need to go attend to the guests.”

After Mom left, I retreated to my vanity to touch up my makeup, using the mirror to observe Anna’s reflection. She stood behind me, her eyes tracking my every movement. I could feel her gaze burning into me, and despite our years of friendship, something felt different now–dangerous.