Chapter 103 A Sudden Turn of Events on the Wedding Night!
A month later, the formal wedding banquet was held in the lavish mansion of the chaebol's illegitimate son. The illegitimate son's father, the eighty-year-old chaebol, also attended, along with many celebrities and nobles, who came out of respect for the chaebol.
The wedding banquet hall was luxurious and beautiful, filled with elegant attire and elegant women moving about. It was at least three times more luxurious than the ball I attended last time.
Iani's face, red and swollen from crying, was covered with a thick layer of lead white powder to cover up the redness and swelling.
Before the ceremony officially began, the bride and groom sat on opposite sides, ignoring each other.
Half an hour later, the banquet hall door suddenly opened again, and a rich floral fragrance wafted in. Everyone's eyes turned to it, and there was a very beautiful woman wearing a long rose-red dress with gold trim, adorned with dazzling jewelry, with an elegant demeanor and a captivating fragrance. Surrounded by a group of maids, she entered gracefully like a princess on a high pedestal.
Ianne and I sat on the same sofa, both mesmerized. This noble beauty, like a princess, gracefully swayed her hips as she sat down on the soft, luxurious sofa, charmingly crossing her legs, her slender fingers elegantly holding a cigarette, her gaze alluring and captivating.
Ianie and I exchanged a glance, wondering who she was, when the groom's father, the eighty-year-old tycoon, shakily walked over, supported by two guards. He knelt down, his face full of adoration and excitement, and trembling, lit a cigarette for her, saying with great relish, "It is my honor to serve you!"
She didn't speak, but tilted her beautiful face slightly and exhaled puffs of smoke rings, all of which landed on the old tycoon's face. Her alluring eyes not only made the old tycoon's expression even more intoxicated, but also captivated the men around her, who vied to inhale the smoke rings she exhaled.
"Is she Lady Marilyn, Prince Bernard's chief mistress?" a nobleman exclaimed in amazement.
Another nobleman laughed and patted his head, "This is the first time you've seen this, you country bumpkin."
By this time, Iani had already been pulled away. Sitting alone on the sofa, I recalled what Manberia had said more than half a year ago: "You have no looks, no money, no intelligence, and no family background. Without me, you're not even as good as an ordinary commoner. What makes you so proud? Is it your pathetic self-esteem?"
At that time, he was trying to persuade me to become his mistress, but I firmly refused, which drew his ridicule.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but now, compared to this stunning beauty who is alluring even when she's smoking, my attempts to escape and avoid her have become a joke—maybe she never even gave me a second glance.
“Benot’s previous chief mistress was the illegitimate daughter of a tycoon, a wealthy widow,” another nobleman whispered. “As a result, Prince Benot’s fiancée caught her in bed with the king. After breaking up with her, he immediately got together with this prime minister’s illegitimate daughter.”
"I heard they've been secretly together for a long time, back when the prime minister's illegitimate daughter was still married, and the two of them often met in secret," another nobleman chuckled.
I didn't want to listen any further, so I got up and left.
Just then, that feeling of being watched returned. I suddenly stopped, looked around, but still couldn't see anything unusual.
The sounds of the banquet suddenly erupted, drawing my attention. The nobles cheered and gathered in the center of the banquet hall—it turned out that the bride and groom had stood before the temporary altar, where the old priest from the temple was blessing them.
Iani's fiancé was older and seemed to be in poor health; he was swaying on the stage and needed two beautiful women to support him.
Iani stood to the side with a long face. Her mother told her to smile, but her smile looked worse than her tears.
The groom's elderly father fawned over his mistress the entire time, attending his illegitimate son's wedding without glancing at the altar or offering any sincere blessings. The mistress, still alluringly smoking, chatted casually with him, occasionally blowing smoke in his face.
At midnight, the wedding ended. The chief mistress had already left, surrounded by a crowd. Most of the guests had left, and I was also preparing to leave with the noblewoman.
Suddenly, Ianne rushed over, pleading, "Miss Lana, please stay and keep me company."
I was startled and was about to refuse when Iani burst into tears, "Please, Miss Lana."
The nobles who had not yet left turned their gazes toward them. Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Iani's mother quickly said, "Miss Lana, please stay. Just for tonight. She might not be used to it."
It's their wedding night, and there are many inconveniences. Of course I didn't want to, but Ianie's mother had already spoken, so I had no choice.
The night grew deeper, and the luxurious house was empty. Gusts of night wind blew in through the windows that hadn't been closed yet, giving it a chilling feel, like a magnificent tomb.
Ianie cried in my guest room for a while before leaving.
I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, and suddenly regretted staying. It's best for others to stay out of matters involving personal fate, or they might suffer the consequences.
If you interfere in other people's fates and cross the line, God will punish you.
The door was suddenly pounded on, which was especially startling in the dark night.
They also heard Ianie's terrified cries, truly terrified, her voice trembling, "Miss Lana, open the door, please, please!"
I immediately opened the door, and a sharp arrow flew towards me. "Watch out!" Iani cried out sharply. The arrow swiftly landed on the soft chair closest to the door.
I was terrified. Ianie, dressed in a gorgeous white nightgown, rushed towards me, crying, "They...they're going to kill me!"
Five steps away from us, a dozen maids, servants, a butler, and a gardener, all armed with bows and arrows, as well as kitchen knives and pitchforks, were watching us menacingly.
"This, this is..." I was shocked. Did Iani offend the groom and cause such a big commotion?
“I’m sorry, miss, you either close the door now, or,” the butler holding the giant bow and arrow said slowly, “you also get involved.”
"What, what do you mean?" I stammered.
“This is a tradition of our master’s father’s family. Any low-ranking noblewoman who marries into the family must undergo the most severe test,” the butler said.
"What do you mean?" I still didn't understand.
Ianie cried out, "Miss Lana, they just want me dead! They said that if I survive tonight's attack, I can be a tycoon's wife tomorrow."
I was horrified. I was about to lose my life. Was being a chaebol's wife really that important?
"Can I—not be a chaebol's wife?" I asked in alarm.
Ianie cried so hard she could barely breathe, “If I could, I would have stopped doing it a long time ago.”
My heart collapsed, and I instantly had the urge to close the door.
But Ianie clung tightly to my hand, crying and screaming, "Don't leave me, Miss Lana, don't leave me!"
"I...I..." He just couldn't bring himself to say the words "I'm scared too."
"Five, four, three," the butler began to count slowly, "two, one!"
Suddenly, I grabbed Ianie's hand and rushed to the side of the stairwell. Several arrows flew from behind us, and we screamed together, running even faster.
I ran to the rooftop as fast as I could.
A torrential downpour was falling from the night sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning, with silver flashes occasionally illuminating our faces.
The group rushed up quickly, firing arrows at us in rapid succession, while several others charged at us wielding cleavers and pitchforks. Ianne and I screamed and ran away.
In the pouring rain, I dodged two arrows, but the third still pierced my shoulder. I grimaced in pain, my feet still spinning like wheels of fire, afraid that if I stopped, I would die a gruesome death.
I stumbled and saw a clothes pole, which someone had left behind. I quickly picked it up and used it to block the first knife that was lunging at me.
As expected of a noble family's clothes pole, it's very sturdy; it blocked that knife strike and only left a mark.
Several more rushed at me with pitchforks and cleavers. I raised my clothes pole and desperately tried to defend myself, swinging it wildly more than a dozen times. Then a few more arrows flew at me. Fortunately, it was raining heavily, and the archers were probably not professionals. The arrows flew to my side and fell.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and I could barely open my eyes. Iani screamed and ran towards me, with several men with kitchen knives chasing after her.
We dodged left and right, and also had to avoid flying arrows, until we were forced to the edge of the rooftop, and it looked like we were about to fall off.
Suddenly I saw the thick, dense ivy growing below the rooftop, and I looked towards Iani.
Our eyes met, and she immediately understood what I meant.
As several kitchen knives rushed towards us, we pretended to slip and fall, but in reality, we grabbed onto a thick ivy vine and were suspended in mid-air.
The pursuers rushed forward and immediately tried to chop us with kitchen knives, but because they were some distance away, they slashed at our ivy. At that moment, the archers came running and were about to shoot at us. In the nick of time, Ianne and I let go of the ivy one after the other and fell onto the muddy ground after the rain with screams.
This was an old-style aristocratic building, only two and a half stories high. With the help of the ivy and the soft mud after the rain, we fell to the ground without getting hurt. We ran wildly in the rain again. Thunder roared in the night sky. We ran towards the gate like madmen. But a group of men in black holding kitchen knives appeared at the gate.
In the rain at night, their faces were completely obscured.
They charged at us, and we ran back as fast as we could, but we couldn't outrun them and were soon surrounded.
Thunder rumbled and rain poured down as a short man in black slowly approached us.
Rain kept falling on our bodies and hair, and all we could see was a dense curtain of rain, making it almost impossible to see anyone coming.
I wiped the raindrops from my eyes again and again, and finally saw clearly that it was today's groom—the illegitimate son of an old tycoon.
So terrified he almost knelt down on the spot.
An old man with a face full of wrinkles, fierce eyes, high cheekbones, and an extremely menacing appearance.
I only saw him once—he was receiving blessings from the old priest at the altar of his wedding banquet. Because it was from the side, I only caught a glimpse of him, and I never expected his face to look so fierce.
He strode up to Iani with a large cleaver in his hand and slashed at her with it.
My mind went completely blank.
With a thunderous roar, the old groom's cleaver froze in mid-air—a gleaming dagger was thrust straight into his abdomen.
A flash of lightning illuminated Iani's pale face.
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