Became A Queen After divorce

He then entered the Gilliam family and bought this villa.

Hiring Giana as a maid was also to repay her for saving his life.

Giana was initially reluctant to leave the small fishing village where she had lived for many years and considered her home. It was only because of her son’s disappearance that she resolutely left the village.

She asked Sam not to pay her wages but to help find her son. Sam agreed.

Over the years, he had sent many men to look for the boy, but there had been no news. The boy was brought to Red Maple Villa two months ago, a few days before Sasha. He was the only one who survived among the group of children.

Declan seemed to value this boy, checking on him frequently and asking about his condition. He did not harm the child but kept him imprisoned.

Sam, who had been in the hospital for the past few days, did not know what Declan had done to the boy. If Miss Pearl hadn’t appeared before him with the bloodied boy, Sam would have thought he was still in the cave.

“I never understood why Declan captured so many children, but now I might.”

He glanced at the unconscious Pearl. “I promise you, once he wakes up, I’ll arrange for you and your son to leave.”

“Mm…”

Giana, moved, bowed deeply and knocked her head on the ground in gratitude. She had finally found her son! She could finally go home!

The endless blue sea and the lush island looked like a green gem forgotten by God. This island was where Cheyenne and Kelvin rekindled their old romance.

Later, Kelvin spent a fortune buying the island and named it “Love Island.” He built a luxurious two-story villa and an underwater tunnel connecting the island to the outside world. Now, it took only fifteen minutes to drive from the shore to Love Island, with a view of the colorful underwater world.

Such a meaningful place was where Kelvin and Cheyenne held their wedding. The entire coastline was decorated with white gauze and pink balloons, exuding romance.

The small cave they once lived in was tidied up and would serve as the bride’s preparation room. Cheyenne looked exceptionally beautiful today, wearing a custom French satin wedding dress that accentuated her graceful figure. Her chestnut wavy hair was elegantly pinned up and adorned with a long white lace veil. Even with light makeup, her stunning beauty was undeniable, leaving the makeup artist in awe.

“I’ve been doing this for years and have done makeup for countless brides. Miss Lawrence is one of the most beautiful!”

Her features were strikingly alluring, which could easily come off as aggressive. However, Cheyenne had developed a cool demeanor over the years, reducing any sense of aggression and adding a touch of noble elegance.

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Looking at her radiant reflection in the mirror, Cheyenne felt a fleeting sense of nostalgia, as if she had returned to her youth. At eighteen, she had eagerly donned a white wedding dress, looking forward to becoming his bride. But married life was disappointing; she was neglected for three years and ended up divorced.

Now, wearing a wedding dress for Kelvin again, Cheyenne wondered if this time would end the same way.

“I hope I didn’t make the wrong bet,” she prayed silently.

On the other side, Kelvin, the groom-to-be, dressed exceptionally well today. To match Cheyenne’s white wedding dress, he wore a brand-new black suit. Even though it was new, he had the servants iron it again to ensure it was wrinkle-free. The three-piece suit with peak lapels highlighted his broad shoulders and slim waist.

However, an expensive and tasteful suit was marred by a large red boutonniere pinned on it, lowering its overall elegance. But Mr. Foley was in such high spirits today that his smile never faded, making the red flower seem like an added charm.

Seeing this, Omari sarcastically remarked, “Mr. Foley, your taste is impeccable. That red flower looks just like the one my dad wore when he retired.”

“Two dollars at most!”

Kelvin glanced at him calmly and retorted with a smile, “You can buy a knock-off for two dollars. Go ahead and get one for me.”

Noticing that the ribbon on his boutonniere that read “Groom” was askew, Kelvin straightened it to make sure Omari saw it clearly.

Omari: “…”

Goodness gracious, does he think I’m blind? Such blatant showing off!

Omari turned away angrily but muttered under his breath, “I don’t care; it’s so tacky!”

“You’re right; weddings are tacky. But I’ll have a wife to manage me soon, unlike you… Enjoy being single!”

Kelvin’s smile grew even brighter, more dazzling than the sunlight outside.

“You!”

As an internationally renowned top lawyer, Omari had excellent oratory skills but felt powerless against Kelvin’s childish bragging. He could only advise him professionally:

“Kelvin, think carefully. Once you’re married, all your earnings will be joint property.”

“Not only that, you’ll lose your freedom after marriage. Imagine not daring to go home after having a drink at a social event-how miserable.”

“Look at me; no job or social events… Why don’t you lend me that outfit? I’ll bear this burden for you.”

Kelvin wasn’t fooled and glared at him coldly.

“In your dreams!”

“Don’t worry about me; I’m willing to lose my freedom for Cheyenne. You just play your role today!”

Kelvin sized him up and chuckled softly.

“This dress suits you; my wife has good taste.”

Omari’s face darkened as he watched Kelvin walk away triumphantly. He wanted to chase after him and argue but struggled with his first time wearing a dress. In his haste, his strapless dress slipped down, exposing half his chest. He hurriedly covered himself with his hands and angrily shouted at Kelvin’s back.

“Kelvin, stop right there! Who are you calling suited to be a woman?”