Chapter 3

"Damien, you're really shameless! That desperate to get married? We just punished you and you're already here setting up the venue!"

Rachel looked at me with disgust.

The others wore matching expressions.

I tried to be patient and explain, but before I could open my mouth, Fiona ordered the security guards who'd followed them to tear everything down.

"Throw out all these disgusting flowers!"

"Replace everything with white roses—Marcus's favorite."

"Damien, even if you get married, the wedding has to be what Marcus likes. You owe him this."

As her words fell, the flower arch I'd just had set up was kicked over.

I couldn't react in time, still trying to figure out what I supposedly owed Marcus.

"Fiona! I'm not marrying any of you three. You have no right to destroy my venue!"

"Not us three? That's hilarious. Everyone in our circle knows how obsessed you are with us!"

"Obviously it's—"

Before I could finish, a loud crash came from behind me.

I turned to see the guards had already smashed the area where I planned to display our wedding photos.

Others followed suit, destroying other parts of the venue.

In the blink of an eye, half the wedding venue was ruined.

"Stop! What right do you have to destroy my wedding venue? Who gave you permission!"

"Stop right now!"

But they ignored me, their actions not slowing at all. I shouted until my voice was hoarse, but couldn't stop them.

I watched helplessly as my carefully arranged venue turned into a complete mess.

And the perpetrators stood before me, nodding with satisfaction.

"Much better! Good riddance to all that eyesore."

"Let's go! We still need to take Marcus to the bakery!"

Rachel smirked and left with the group.

Leaving me standing there alone.

It took me a while to collect myself and stand up.

I didn't have time to settle scores with them. Right now, the most important thing was to redesign the wedding venue and select the suits.

Nothing else mattered. As for those three, I'd already made a mental note of everything.

Once the dust settled, I'd make them pay.

By the time I finished redesigning the wedding venue, two days had passed.

My wedding with Vivian was drawing closer.

I couldn't control my excitement, and even wore a smile I hadn't had in days when I went out to try on suits.

But when I arrived, I found Fiona, Rachel, Claire, and Marcus already there.

The four of them acted as if I didn't exist, intimately clinging to each other.

And Marcus was wearing my carefully selected custom suit—the one my father had given me as a coming-of-age gift. Italian handmade, priceless.

Fiona, standing at the edge, noticed me first and scolded impatiently.

"What are you doing here? Did you have someone tip you off again?"

"You really can't live without us, can you? And you say you're not trying to marry us—this suit is the one we all picked out together back then!"

"Marcus wants to take photos with us and doesn't have a proper suit, so we're letting him borrow yours."

"Consider it a chance to make amends."

She stopped paying attention to me and joined Rachel and Claire in complimenting Marcus.

Every word implicitly belittling me.

"Our Marcus looks so good in it. So much better than certain people with evil hearts!"

"Such a shame. If we didn't have to have someone get married, I'd want the four of us to stay together forever."

Rachel couldn't help but sigh, prompting Marcus to comfort them.

"It's okay, Rachel. No matter who marries whom, the four of us will always be family."

I trembled with rage and said through gritted teeth,

"You like Marcus so much that you'll steal people's clothes for him to wear?"

"Fine! I'll make sure people see just how shameless you are!"

I raised my phone to photograph them.

Seeing this, Fiona furiously ordered people to drag me away.

"She's crazy, the crazy woman! Get her out of here!"

Then I was thrown outside, forced to watch helplessly as my precious suit stayed on Marcus's body.

And I was powerless to stop it.