Chapter 4

In the blink of an eye, the day arrived for Christian and me to get married at City Hall.

Coincidentally, it was also Chloe's birthday.

Over the past week, under the Vance family's PR control, the scandal from the live show had been almost entirely swept under the rug.

After all, who would actually believe the Vance heiress would marry a delivery guy?

Even my parents and brother thought my words on the show were just an empty threat.

But they didn't know.

My heart had gone completely cold toward this family. I had wanted to leave for a long time.

In the morning, I was getting ready to head downstairs for breakfast.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Tristan shouting impatiently.

"Hurry up! If she gets up and finds out we're taking Chloe to Miami for her birthday, she'll definitely throw a fit and try to tag along."

My mother hesitated. "Are we really leaving Sera home alone? Won't she be upset?"

"For some reason, I just feel uneasy..."

My father packed his bags, urging her, "Don't overthink it. I finally cleared my schedule for this vacation."

"We have a butler and maids at home to take care of her. It's not like she'll starve."

Chloe acted sweet and said, "Maybe... we should bring Sera with us?"

Tristan sneered, "Do you want to actually enjoy your birthday or not?"

My mother sighed softly. "Alright. We'll buy her plenty of gifts when we get back to make it up to her."

Half an hour later, the house fell completely quiet.

I opened my door and looked out at the clear blue sky.

It was a beautiful day.

I called over the butler who was waiting nearby.

"Uncle George, let me tell you some good news. I'm getting married today."

But I never expected that Christian would arrange a fleet of Rolls-Royces to pick me up.

A line of sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantoms was parked perfectly in front of the villa, drawing stares from all the neighbors.

What surprised me even more was that he had rented the largest digital billboard in Times Square, looping our marriage announcement.

Sitting in the car, looking at this display that rivaled any billionaire wedding, I felt like something was off.

Where did a delivery guy get this kind of money?

But remembering his natural poise at the coffee shop, my gut told me his identity was definitely not simple.

Meanwhile, the moment the Vance family's private jet landed in Miami, they were hit by a massive, once-in-a-decade tropical storm.

Watching the howling wind and pouring rain outside the window, Chloe frowned.

Her grand birthday party was completely ruined.

Since they couldn't get a flight back immediately due to the storm, they had to wait for three days.

So, the family was stuck in their hotel rooms for three whole days.

Three days later, the moment they stepped back into the Vance mansion, they sensed something was wrong.

The butler and maids were standing in the foyer with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe.

My mother was the first to react, frowning at the butler. "Where is Sera?"

The servants exchanged nervous glances. Finally, the butler stepped forward, stammering, "The young lady... she got married and moved out... we couldn't stop her..."

"What?!"

My parents and brother cried out in unison, their faces filled with shock.

My father grabbed the butler's arm, demanding, "Who did she marry?"

"It was... it was that delivery guy who was pushed onto the stage during the show..."

"On the day they went to City Hall, there was a fleet of Rolls-Royces, and they rented out the billboards in Times Square. The media covered the whole thing. Now, the entire high society knows about it..."