A week later.Henry's condition is now much better thanks to the excellent care he received at the best hospital.

All these measures have helped Rossie's father slowly recover from his heart disease.

Before they knew it, the preparations for Evan and Rossie's wedding were complete, and the ceremony was scheduled for the next day.

Rossie had even undergone a series of tests to ensure that she was healthy and able to give Evan a child.

This was in accordance with the agreement and prerequisites demanded by the arrogant and cold man.

Evan intended to hold the wedding party at his large and magnificent mansion, which was enough for him because this was his second marriage.

On the night before the wedding, on a small bed with old-fashioned sheets, everything looked dull.

Rossie lay restlessly, staring at the ceiling of her room. She was having trouble sleeping.

Her slender body rolled back and forth on the narrow bed, her heart churning with sadness and anxiety.

The girl daydreamed and imagined what tomorrow would bring. A day that would change everything, including her life and future. A sudden, major change that the beautiful girl was not quite ready to anticipate.

Although on the outside Rossie always tried to appear strong, deep down she felt fragile. She never imagined her fate would turn out this way. From being the daughter of a stable hand, she ended up as the wife of a famous billionaire in her city.

Rossie then thought of her deceased mother.

"Mom, if only you were still alive and well, you would help me find a way out of this complicated situation," Rossie whispered sadly.

"I want to run away, but what about my father? That cruel man will surely force me back into his clutches. He will force me to use my father as a hostage," Rossie muttered, still anxious, talking to herself.

"Mother..."

"Tomorrow I will marry Mr. Evan, a man who already has a wife and is also selfish."

"Our marriage is not based on love. That man only wants me as a sex slave and a tool to bear children for him," Rossie complained with a gloomy face.

"After the child is born, what will become of me?"

"Mother, if only you were still here, I could cry in your arms right now," Rossie whispered, sobbing.

Tears rolled down her smooth, white cheeks. Rossie's mother had passed away when Rossie was still young.

Finally, without realizing it, the girl fell into a deep sleep, overcome by sorrow.

That morning, the warm sun greeted everyone on earth.

The makeup team had arrived and were now in Rossie's room, ready to begin their work.

"Good morning, Miss Rossie. Are you ready for your makeup?" asked a middle-aged woman, the head of the makeup team, with a smile.

"Yes... let's just get started. Ready or not, it doesn't seem to matter to me."

Rossie stared blankly at the makeup artists with her still-swollen eyes, then sat down in the chair reserved for her.

The makeup team began working hard and professionally to apply Rossie's makeup and prepare her wedding dress.

After two hours, the makeup artists successfully completed their work.

"Wow, Miss Rossie, you are so beautiful. You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen," exclaimed one of the makeup artists excitedly.

***

Rossie walked slowly down the red carpet towards the altar, flanked on her left and right by two beautiful girls representing the makeup team.

Her slender body was wrapped in a modern sleeveless wedding dress, white with pearls adorning the neck and sleeves, made of finely embroidered brocade satin and very detailed decorations that clung to her curvaceous body.

It was obvious that the wedding dress was priced at a sky-high and fantastic price, hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Her long legs were adorned with lace fabric with beautiful and rare patterns.

The fabric had floral motifs all over the surface, with additional motifs to enhance the beauty of the wedding dress. The lace not only gave a classic and elegant effect, but also beautifully accentuated Rossie's silhouette.

Her hair was styled in a bun and adorned with a diamond-studded crown. There was only one word to describe Rossie's appearance at that moment... PERFECT.

Evan narrowed his eyes and swallowed hard when he saw Rossie approaching him at the altar. Then the handsome man said to himself, "She is so beautiful."

"That woman is so beautiful, she captivates my eyes."

"Damn... Why is she so beautiful and her curves... wow, so beautiful," the gray-eyed man's thoughts began to wander aimlessly.

Meanwhile, Henry, who was sitting in a wheelchair because his health had not yet fully recovered, looked sadly at his daughter in her wedding dress.

"Forgive me, my child, for you must fulfill your destiny to become Mr. Evan's second wife, especially since there is a significant age difference between you," said the middle-aged man, feeling sad in his heart.

Rossie continued walking toward the table that had been prepared while under Evan's sharp gaze, which continued to scan her.

"Please stand next to Mr. Evan, Miss Rossie," whispered one of the bridesmaids in the bride's ear, helping the beautiful girl sit down and tidy up her wedding dress, which trailed long on the floor.

Rossie was silent for a moment, her heart pounding just before the sacred process began. She had already resigned herself to this contract marriage, the universe having determined her fate to be a second wife.

"All right, let's begin the wedding ceremony," said the middle-aged priest officiating the wedding.

Shortly thereafter, the quickie wedding proceeded smoothly and without a hitch.

Evan looked at Rossie as he was about to put on the wedding ring. He took his wife's slender fingers and began to place the round object made of pure gold on Rossie's ring finger.

Rossie did the same, trying to hold her husband's finger, but her arm was trembling slightly, a sign of her anxiety.

"Calm down, Rossie. Why are you so nervous?" Evan asked coldly.

"I'm fine," Rossie replied softly.

Evan just grinned, then as a formality, he put his arm around his wife's shoulder to pull her closer to him. Evan then kissed Rossie's forehead and briefly kissed her red lips. Evan's behavior successfully stunned Rossie when he pressed his lips against hers.

Meanwhile, not far from where the wedding ceremony was taking place, Shania was sitting on a special seat, a large, luxurious, and soft sofa, with one leg crossed over the other.

The beautiful woman looked at Rossie with a mysterious gaze and a blank expression, who knows what was on the mind of Evan's first wife.

Evan and Rossie's simple wedding ceremony had concluded, as Evan had desired—no grand celebration, just a handful of invited guests, and those were only his subordinates and employees.

Mr. Miller, Simmon Darius Miller, Evan's grandfather, approached Rossie, who was sitting and drinking cold water.

"Rossie, Grandpa is very happy that Evan finally agreed to my suggestion to remarry."

"You are beautiful and charming. Evan made the right choice. You deserve to be with Evan. Give your grandfather a handsome or beautiful grandchild as soon as possible," said Simmon with a light chuckle as he greeted his grandson's second wife.

Rossie nearly choked on her drink upon hearing the words of the seventy-year-old man who still looked dashing and dignified.

"Oh... Grandfather... it's nice to meet you," Rossie replied, nodding politely.

Rossie deliberately avoided the subject of babies, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed.

"Yes, welcome to our family. Don't delay. Tonight, you must share a room with Evan and start making children," continued Simmon with a slight smile.

The grandfather then left, leaving Rossie stunned and blushing at her grandfather's blunt and absurd words.

"What the hell is Grandpa Simmon talking about? Are he and that arrogant man a normal married couple like most couples who love each other?" Rossie said bitterly in her heart.

"This marriage is only based on a contract to produce offspring for that arrogant man," she added with a troubled heart.

Rossie gasped when she saw Evan approaching her.

"I have prepared a room upstairs for you to sleep in tonight. The servant will show you to your room," he said after they faced each other.

Evan's eyes darted around as he looked at Rossie, causing the girl to take a step back, but Evan quickly grabbed her shoulder, closing the distance between them.

"Now it's time for you to be an obedient girl. Remember, you are officially my wife, so get some rest and prepare yourself for me tonight," Evan whispered in Rossie's ear, his minty breath blowing on his beautiful wife's face.

Rossie stood frozen in place, feeling her body suddenly go limp at Evan's words.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave, sir," said Rossie as she moved away from Evan and approached the servant who was waiting for her.

As the day turned to evening, the wedding ceremony had concluded, and all the guests had departed after bidding farewell to the mansion's owners, Evan and the esteemed Mr. Miller. The atmosphere at Evan's residence returned to normal, until night fell and it was time for the evening meal.

During this dinner, something was different at the large dining table where three people gathered: Evan, Shania, his first wife, and Rossie, his second wife.

The clinking of spoons and forks echoed softly through the house, breaking the silence and the stiff atmosphere, until Shania spoke,

"Shania, I've prepared a dish on the table to enhance fertility. I hope you can get pregnant soon."