Chapter 412
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Chapter 412:
“Holy — ” Bella squeaked. She immediately shoved the check into her cleavage and stepped aside, bowing dramatically. “Right this way, sir. The bride is all yours p>
Gaston walked into the penthouse, but raised a hand to stop the makeup artists from bringing Jocelyn out.
“I want a private First Look,” Gaston said. “On the terrace p>
Ten minutes later, Jocelyn stepped out of the bedroom.
She wore the custom haute couture gown crafted by a Parisian atelier. The bodice was fitted, emphasizing the curve of her waist, while the massive flowing skirt was hand-embroidered with thousands of crushed Swarovski crystals that caught the sunlight like shattered glass.
S𝗵𝘢𝗋e 𝘆о𝘶r 𝗍𝗁𝘰u𝗀h𝘵𝘴 𝗈𝗻
She took a deep, shaky breath and pushed open the glass doors to the terrace.
Gaston was standing with his back to her, looking out over the Manhattan skyline. The terrace was blanketed in a thick carpet of white rose petals.
Hearing the soft rustle of her heavy silk skirt, Gaston slowly turned around.
The moment his eyes landed on her, the ruthless billionaire stopped breathing. His chest stilled. His dark eyes widened, absorbing every detail of the woman standing before him.
He crossed the distance in three long strides.
“You are so beautiful,” Gaston rasped, his voice thick and completely wrecked. “I am afraid to even breathe on you p>
Jocelyn’s cheeks flushed pink. Tears of pure joy pricked the corners of her eyes.
Then Gaston took a half-step back. To her absolute shock, he lowered his massive frame and dropped onto one knee, right into the bed of white rose petals.
They were already legally married. She already wore the fifteen-carat pink diamond. But Gaston needed to do this properly. He needed to erase every trace of their cold, contractual beginning.
He reached into his pocket and produced an antique, faded black velvet box. He popped it open.
Inside sat a breathtaking vintage emerald-cut diamond ring — heavy, ancient, and radiating old money.
“This is the Collins family heirloom,” Gaston said, looking up at her, his voice resonant with absolute devotion. “It has been passed down for four generations p>
He held her gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce, eternal promise.
“Jocelyn Wolfe,” Gaston vowed, “I swear on my life and on the honor of my family name — from the moment I saw you by that red wall ten years ago, you have been my only religion. Will you let me worship you for the rest of my life p>
A sob tore from Jocelyn’s throat. She covered her mouth with both hands, tears spilling freely down her cheeks and ruining her perfect makeup.
She nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes, Gaston. I will p>
Gaston slid the heavy antique ring onto her finger, right beside the pink diamond. He stood, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her deeply beneath the bright morning sun.
Through the glass doors, Bella and the bridesmaids pressed tissues to their eyes.
Twenty minutes later, Gaston held Jocelyn’s hand as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.
Outside the building, a convoy of twelve identical black bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantoms sat idling at the curb, blocking the entire street.