Chapter 553 Billionaire's Lies

• Morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows at the Thompson estate, washing everything in soft gold-the kind of glow that made the air feel sacred, as though heaven itself had come down to witness the day.
• After months of waiting, heartbreak, and hope, the day of the wedding had come.
• Inside the bridal suite, Clarisse Campbell stood before a full-length mirror, the delicate lace of her gown shimmering like moonlight. Her hair fell in soft waves, pinned with pearl clips that caught the light each time she moved. The gown hand-stitched from Milan flowed around her like poetry, a symbol of every tear, prayer, and promise that had led her here.