The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1750

The bride, her arm looped through her father's, made her way slowly towards the groom. "This moment," the officiant announced into the microphone, his voice echoing through the hall, "is sacred. Let us bear witness to a wedding filled with love and devotion."

Applause filled the air.

As the music swelled, a sweet, melodious tune, Rosalind beamed with happiness. Supported gently by Joshua, she took each step towards Lysander with grace and anticipation.

Finally, she stood before Lysander. Joshua, with a tender touch, placed Rosalind's hand in Lysander's. It was a careful gesture, one that resembled entrusting a precious treasure to another's care.

Lysander's gaze was intense as he looked at Rosalind, not moving his wheelchair or attempting to approach her. As he tightened his grip on the armrests, preparing to reach out, a voice pierced through the crowd, "I object to this marriage!"

The statement, loud enough for all to hear, drew every eye to its source. A woman, dressed in simple attire with a bandage across her forehead, stood with a solemn face and piercing, clear eyes fixed on Lysander.

At the sound of her voice, Lysander's deep gaze wavered for a moment, his breathing growing heavy.

Joshua turned to see Thalassa pushing through the crowd towards the stage. His previously smiling face darkened, and his eyes, aged with wisdom, fixed sternly on Thalassa, warning her to stop and retreat. It was clear from his demeanor that Thalassa was not welcome; Joshua had not informed her of the wedding, indicating his stance. She was not to disrupt Rosalind and Lysander's special day.

Yet, Thalassa persisted.

Understanding Joshua's protective wish for Rosalind to marry Lysander, to ensure his beloved daughter was cared for, did not deter Thalassa. Armed with the truth and unwilling to sacrifice her own happiness any longer, she boldly continued towards the stage.

As Thalassa approached, Rosalind's nerves flared. She tugged at Joshua's hand, silently pleading for him to intervene. With their wedding on the line, she feared the worst.

Joshua gestured for security, ready to escort Thalassa away. But a cold, commanding look from Lysander stopped him. Lysander's silent message was clear: no guards. Regardless, the wedding couldn't proceed if Thalassa wasn't heard.

With the attention of every guest upon her, Thalassa stood between Lysander and Rosalind, took a deep breath, and voiced the plea she'd prepared, "Lysander, I can't stand by and watch you marry someone else. Can you not go through with this?"

"Thalassa, what right do you have to stop our wedding?" Rosalind, driven by impulse, tried to confront Thalassa but was held back by Joshua.

"Easy," Joshua whispered, his eyes urging Rosalind to patience. "Let's see what Lysander decides."

"But Dad, she's here to ruin our wedding," Rosalind protested, frustration in her voice.

Joshua silenced her with a stern look. Thalassa's presence on the stage was allowed by Lysander. Rosalind's objections were futile. The continuation of the wedding hinged solely on Lysander's response.