She held Wesley's arm tightly as he walked her down the aisle that led to the stage.

“Why are you so nervous?" Wesley could feel her hand shaking restlessly.

Erica murmured, "Why wouldn't I be nervous? This is the first time I've ever done something like this. I'm not used to being stared at by so many people."

Wesley patted her hand and said, "Take it easy. Don't be so fussy."

In keeping with the combination of Chinese and Western styles, the hall was mainly decorated in red. The grandness and splendor purveyed with such simplicity were what made the scene look like it was taken right out of the page of fairytale.

As Erica approached the stage, one step after another, a few meters long train trailing behind, she kept a smile on her face and whispered into Wesley's ear, "Dad, look at him. Matthew's not even wearing a traditional robe to match with my dress. He did it on purpose."

“I know what's on your mind. You just don't want to marry Matthew. I'm warning you! Don't mess this up! This is neither the time nor the place for you to make trouble. For your family's sake, don't do anything foolish!" Wesley immediately understood what was on her mind.

“You know I don't want to marry him, but you keep forcing me. Dad, what did Uncle Carlos give you in return for your own daughter?"

"You what to know that truth? I don't think any ordinary family can handle your shenanigans, judging by your personality. Marrying into the

Hilton family is the only way I can see a future for you. After all, you're no match for either of them-your uncle Carlos, aunt Debbie,

Matthew or Evelyn. If anyone can keep you under control, it's them. You won't be able to make trouble anymore!"

"Dad! How could you do this to me? Even if you don't like me, you can't just marry me off to some other family!" Erica really wanted to take off the phoenix coronet and scream from the top of her Lungs. ‘I am not going to marry Matthew! Let him stay single for the rest of his life!"

Unfortunately, she couldn't afford that luxury. After all, Wesley was watching her every move.

“Rest assured. As long as you don't make any trouble, I promise the

Hilton family will care for you as one of their own. They will treat you well." Wesley and Carlos had been friends for decades. He knew his friend well enough to make such a claim.

Erica was sure that the Hilton family members had successfully brainwashed Wesley.

“Dad, it's said that a daughter is like her father's lover in his previous life. But, was I your stinky socks in your previous life?"

Wesley never gave Erica any special treatment even when she was a child. As such, she envied Yvette very much, because the old man loved her elder sister more.

Paling in comparison to her sister, Erica felt as though she was a pair of her father's old smelly socks that he always wanted to throw away.

Wesley said nothing, smiling and shaking his head to himself. Erica wondered if his silence meant yes, or if it meant that they had walked to the center of the stage.

Matthew stretched out his hand to her. A hint of ambivalent feelings filled her heart. Exorbitant bride price; exquisite phoenix coronet and robes of rank; a sedan chair; Ferghana horses; and a Luxurious and high-end wedding venue... They gave Erica the illusion that Matthew was marrying the woman he loved the most, not someone who was a complete stranger to him.

However, Erica was a bit moved by Matthew's efforts. After all, he could have married any other woman. He knew she was a single mother and yet he was willing to give her a glamorous wedding ceremony.

The moment Wesley put her hand on Matthew's, Erica felt sad, even though she didn't know how Wesley was feeling.

From this day onwards, she would part ways with her strict father and nagging mother, to live with a man she didn't know. Not only would she share the same bed as him, she would also birth and raise his children for him. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of this.

Who knew that the proud and arrogant Erica would surrender to fate one day?