Chapter 98

Natalie

Natalie was in her room, not moving much. Because what could she do? Jacobs had barred her from coming downstairs. If she was caged until now, she was duly imprisoned in her room presently. There was nothing to do. Just sit and wonder what he will do next.

The night passed looking up at the ceiling. The sleep fairy was angry with Natalie. She tossed and turned and finally sat up.

Theodore’s eyes were roaming in her vision. His laughter was echoing in her ears. She had hurt him. God knows if he will ever forgive her.

Next day was going on usually when Jacobs entered her room with an elegant woman.

“She is the bride.” He declared, and Natalie’s hands went cold.

The woman was in her early thirties. Black hair, captivating brown eyes, and a slim figure. She was dressed in a Chanel and had a Berkin in her hand.

She judged Natalie from head to toe, and clicked her fingers. Another woman, who might be her assistant, slid in a rack with lots of wedding dresses on it. She also brought