Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 565

On January 22nd, the wedding of Izabella and Casey was the talk of the town, held at the grandest hotel in R City. Security was tight, forming an impenetrable ring around the venue to keep the paparazzi at bay.

"This wedding's got to be the most extravagant one yet—I doubt anyone can top this," murmured a guest, unable to contain their awe.

The venue was bedecked with millions of red roses air-freighted just for the occasion, transforming the place into a veritable rose fortress. The fragrant scent of flowers wafted through the air.

The feast was orchestrated by Bunny herself, who had hired renowned chefs from both domestic and international circuits. They served up a mélange of cuisines to cater to the diverse tastes of the wedding attendees.

The guest list was a who's who of business magnates from R City, J City, Wye, and beyond, including not just entrepreneurs but also friends from the entertainment industry—actors, directors, and the like.

Bunny had claimed to prefer a low-key approach, but the lavishness of the event spoke volumes. Just the menu alone had cost a fortune, not to mention the hotel booking and the stunning decorations.

Social media was abuzz, with servers crashing despite preparatory measures—no one had anticipated such a rapid surge of discussion online.

Snippets from the media sent online users into a frenzy, with photos garnering tens of thousands of likes in mere minutes. Everyone was eagerly anticipating the arrival of the bride and groom.

The day was blessed with an unusually mild winter weather—no snow, just a glorious sunny sky. Izabella, dressed in her bridal attire, didn't feel the cold at all.

She looked like a portrait of serenity, sitting there in her red gown and golden hairpin, reminiscent of her role in the TV drama "Blood Ties," where she had donned a red phoenix robe to enter the palace.

Casey was spellbound at the sight of her, only snapping out of his trance when Wendy nudged him gently.

"Do I look good?" Izabella giggled behind her hands.

Having awakened at five in the morning for the lengthy bridal makeup session, Izabella had been surprisingly nervous, despite being accustomed to the spotlight. The night before her wedding, she hadn't slept a wink.

"You look stunning, absolutely stunning," Casey replied, his eyes soft and filled with her image.

Their wedding was devoid of traditional hijinks. He came for her, and she took his hand, ready to walk into their future together.

Among the invitees was the Felton family, including Presley, and Lucas also made an appearance.

When Lucas received the wedding invitation, he was baffled. Back in the day, the Salotti family might have had some connection to the Dempseys, but now? It was a long shot. Yet, there was no reason for Lucas to decline the invite, especially since his past had some intersections with the Salottis.

Since he received the invitation, he had no reason not to go, but what concerned him most was the bride's name - Izabella.

He had long known that Izabella was not his sister, but a famous actress in the entertainment industry, and even the CEO of the Maple Group, worth billions.

In addition to the same name, Izabella looked like his sister, and even her ability was somewhat similar.

Was there such a coincidence in the world? Or was it just fate?

Lucas held the invitation card and suddenly felt a surge of emotion in his heart. The heated intent was transmitted all over his body along the blood. Even his eyes were a little red from the heat.

Despite the surprise, Lucas had taken the time to select a crisp white suit for the occasion, hoping to honor the event properly.

At the hotel, he only knew Presley, so he quickly made his way over to greet him. "Presley," he said, receiving only a brief nod in response.

Feeling somewhat out of place among the glittering crowd, Lucas often wondered how Izabella, at such a young age, had managed to keep the Salotti family afloat in such a cunning and calculating world.

Lucas had previously scorned everything Izabella had done, blaming her for his mother's death and for usurping what he felt was his rightful place at the Salotti Group. It was only after walking a mile in her shoes that he understood the weight of the burden she had carried.

Without the support of the Felton family, he might have been unable to remain in R City.

As the evening wore on and the golden candlelight flickered to life, someone announced, "The bride is making her entrance."