CHAPTER 1
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Anglia stood before her father, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shouted, “I love him! He cares for me so deeply, Dad! You can’t control my life like this. I’m old enough to make my own decisions!”
Mr. Mike remained composed, though his face betrayed his anger as he listened to her outburst. “Anglia, you know how important you are to this family. I can’t stand by and watch you make a mistake that could ruin your life and tarnish our family’s reputation. If you choose to disobey me and marry him, you will no longer be part of this family. I will disown you,” he declared, his voice sharp with fury.
“I don’t care!” Anglia screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. “I’m marrying the love of my life, and that’s all that matters!” She was no longer willing to be the dutiful daughter; this time, she would not sacrifice her happiness for the sake of family reputation. “I’m getting married to my love, and no one is going to stop me!” she cried, sobbing uncontrollably.
As Anglia rushed out of the opulent mansion, a swarm of reporters descended upon her, microphones thrust forward. “Ms. Anglia, what’s happening?” one journalist shouted. “Is it true your billionaire father has disowned you for refusing to listen to him?”
With tears streaming down her porcelain skin, Anglia raised her designer bag to shield her face. The relentless reporters closed in, their cameras flashing like strobe lights amid the chaos. Just when the situation felt unbearable, a sleek black Porsche Cayenne roared onto the scene, tires screeching against the polished driveway. The passenger door swung open, revealing a striking dark-haired stranger.
“Get in, Ms. Anglia,” he commanded, his deep voice authoritative and compelling.
Anglia hesitated for a brief moment before collapsing into the luxurious leather seat. The stranger swiftly shut the door, providing her refuge from the prying eyes.
As the Porsche sped away, the reporters were left in a cloud of dust, their shouts fading into the distance. The stranger glanced in the rear-view mirror, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.
The sun cast its golden rays upon the quaint chapel, enveloped by lush greenery and vibrant wildflowers, as Anglia prepared to walk down the aisle. Her mother, Kate, adjusted Anglia’s lace veil, her hands trembling with emotion. “Your father would have wanted to be here,” Kate whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
“I know, Mum,” Anglia replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “But he made his choice. I’m choosing happiness.”
Kate’s gaze shifted to Ray, who stood patiently at the altar. “He’s a good man, Anglia. Your father will come around.”
Inside the chapel, Anglia’s best friend, Catherine, beamed with joy as Anglia exchanged vows with Ray. “Do you, Anglia, take Ray as your husband?” the minister asked, his voice echoing in the sacred space.
“I do,” Anglia replied, her eyes locked on Ray’s, filled with love and determination.
Anglia’s elegant lace gown flowed gracefully down her slender frame, her radiant smile reflecting the joy of the moment. Ray’s eyes sparkled with love as he gently slipped a simple yet meaningful ring onto her finger. The intimate gathering of close friends and family bear witness to their union, but Anglia’s father, the billionaire Mike Carl, was conspicuously absent. His disapproval of Ray’s humble background had driven a deep wedge between them.
As Anglia and Ray shared their first kiss as husband and wife, a flicker of sadness passed through her eyes. She knew that her father’s rejection had forever changed their relationship. Outside the chapel, Mike Carl stood with his back turned, refusing to witness the ceremony.
“You’re making a grave mistake, Anglia,” Mike muttered to his wife, Kate, his tone cold and stern. “He’s beneath her. She deserves better.”
Kate, her eyes filled with both sadness and determination, replied, “Better than love, Mike? You’re letting your pride destroy our family. You’re losing your daughter over status and wealth.”
Mike’s expression hardened. “I won’t support this marriage. She’s on her own now.”
Tears welled up in Kate’s eyes. “You’re breaking my heart, Mike.”
As Anglia and Ray stepped out of the chapel, her eyes caught sight of her father’s limousine pulling away.
“Hey,” Ray whispered, noticing her tear-filled gaze. “We have each other. We’ll build our own happiness, with or without his approval.”
Anglia smiled through her tears, her resolve strengthening. “You’re all I need, Ray.”
Though their love had triumphed, the shadow of her father’s disapproval lingered, a reminder of the sacrifices made for true love.
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