Chapter 510 Raymond Met Charisa
Buzz swirled around every wedding detail, meticulously planned and executed by the
groom.
Tales were whispered that the groom had envisioned the bride’s wedding dress the day after their first meeting, a testament to his unwavering love and dedication.
Such rumors and whispers whipped the city into a frenzy, with countless young girls swooning over the romantic tale, dreaming of their fairytale weddings.
Amidst the whirlwind of excitement, Cherise, hand in hand with Beckham, gracefully navigated the long aisle, each step bringing her closer to her groom, the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life.
Reality and dreams intertwined, creating an enchanting fusion of romance and reality.
Cherise felt a flutter of nerves; her lips pursed as she subtly glanced at Charisa from the corner of her eye.
Charisa sat there, an aura of elegance radiating from her, her lips curved into a gentle smile.
To her left sat Zachary, while the seat to her right remained conspicuously empty.
Just as Cherise began to relax and turn her gaze away, Raymond, dressed in a crisp white suit, took his place beside Charisa.
The atmosphere in the church was a harmonious blend of serenity and pa*sion, a reflection of the love that filled the air.
The priest, adorned in gold-trimmed robes, stood at the center, his smile warm and welcoming as he addressed the couple before him.
“Damien Lenoir, do you take Cherise Shaw to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and cherish her, through thick and thin, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, until death do you part?”
Damien, his voice filled with conviction, replied, “I do.”
“Cherise Shaw, do you take Damien Lenoir to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love and cherish him, through thick and thin, in sickness and health, for richer or for poorer, until death. do you part?”
Her eyes sparkling with love, Cherise squeezed Damien’s hand and said, “I do.”
The applause echoed through the room, a resounding symphony of support for the newlyweds.
In a quiet corner, Charisa joined in the applause, her smile masking the turmoil within. A man, sitting beside her for a while, leaned over.
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“Hello, Ms. Miles,” Raymond greeted her with a hint of mischief in his eyes. His gaze drifted towards the couple at the center of the stage, a faint smile on his lips. “Remember me?”
Charisa’s smile faltered, her attention drawn to the man. Her eyes widened in surprise as recognition flashed across her face.
That face…
Memories of a fateful night nineteen years ago flooded back, vivid and unforgettable. Every person from that night was etched in her mind forever.
But…
If her memory served her right, Hansen should have been dead for over a decade.
“I am Raymond Lenoir,” he said, his smile unwavering. The look in her eyes told him she still remembered.
Once, such a gaze would have unnerved him. But the Raymond of today was a different man. His resilience hardened like a city wall.
“I know I resemble my older brother,” he continued, his expression unreadable. “But don’t be mistaken, Ms. Miles.”
“I’m not the villain you met seventeen years ago. I was the one who provided you with those vital clues.”
Charisa’s frown softened, the wariness in her eyes subsiding. It was true.
He and Hansen were brothers, their resemblance inevitable. And she remembered Hansen’s younger brother from the Lenoir family, who had aided her in her mission.
With his help, she had successfully eliminated Hansen, who was far away in Adania.
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