A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 6

The ceremony room was small.

Stone walls. Tall windows. Neutral light. No flowers, no aisle, no spectacle. Just intention.

Pamela stood to my left, hands clasped tight, eyes shining. Being both my best friend and Jason’s cousin gave her a strange, quiet sense of rightness—as if this moment had been aligning itself for years.

On Jason’s side, Marcus stood steady, holding the rings—and his phone. Discreet. Intentional. Recording only the vows. Not posting. Not yet.

The officiant spoke calmly. Names. Consent. Commitment.

When it was time, Marcus stepped forward and handed over the rings, then retreated, phone still angled just enough.

Pamela whispered, barely containing herself, “At least save the vows.”

Marcus murmured back, “Already done. Posting is optional. Evidence is not.”

Jason turned to me.

“To a good partnership,” he said softly.

Then, without hesitation—

“Amber, I promise that I will be with you in sickness and in health. I will be the strength behind your actions and the balance when things get complicated. I promise to always try—to be better for you, and for us.”

My chest tightened.

“Jason,” I said steadily, “I promise to be with you and the kids when times get tough. To be the softness you need, and the voice of reason—or chaos—depending on the situation. I promise to always improve and to look forward to our new life together… for as long as you will have me.”

He slid the alexandrite ring onto my finger. The stone shifted color in the light, alive.

I placed his ring on his hand.

“By the authority vested in me,” the officiant said, smiling gently, “I now pronounce you legally married.”

Jason’s hand closed around mine.

And then—

The door slammed open.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”

Oscar stormed in, face flushed, breath ragged, fury barely contained. His tie was loosened, suit wrinkled—nothing like the composed groom he had been less than an hour ago.

Pamela froze.

The officiant stiffened.

Marcus lowered his phone—but the recording was already saved.

Oscar’s gaze snapped to my hand.

The ring.

Then Jason.

“You planned this,” Oscar snarled. “You waited for her to break things off—”

Jason didn’t move.

Didn’t flinch.

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