The Billionaire Stands Up for Me Novel – They say marriage is the grave of love, but burial is always better than leaving the corpse exposed to the wilderness. After over two months of hard sewing, I’ve finally finished my wedding dress by hand. Under the lights, it is pristine and elegant, shining beautifully. I imagine the scene of walking towards the man I love in a few days, wearing this wedding dress, and I can’t help but smile even in my dreams. From nineteen to twenty-five, six years have passed, and my love is finally ready to “rest in peace.” But when I woke up, all this beauty came to a screeching halt and turned into a bubble.
“Ms. Lily, did President Gordon come to the design studio this morning to take the wedding dress? Did he take it home?” Cherry, my assistant, called and asked confusedly. I had just woken up, my mind still a bit foggy, and I asked in return, “Adrian took my wedding dress?” “Yes, didn’t you know?” “Hmm, I’ll ask him.” After hanging up, my thoughts cleared a bit, but I still couldn’t understand why Adrian took the dress so early in the morning. The house is packed with wedding supplies with no room for the gown, I intended to bring it back the day before the wedding.
I called him, but no one answered. As I was about to call a second time, Adrian called back. “Hello, Adrian, you took the wedding dress?” I asked bluntly. “Yes.” Adrian admitted, in just two words, his voice full of exhaustion and hoarseness. I furrowed my brows, concerned, and asked: “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Adrian paused in silence, then calmly and indifferently said, “Lily Miller, let’s cancel our wedding.” My ears rang, my mind buzzing with chaos, “Why?” “Sophie Miller was diagnosed with terminal cancer, the doctor said she has at most three months.” The shock in my heart kept expanding.