Urban Romance

The domes at the Church of Saint Hart towered in the sky.

Almost every notable person in Bayfort was gathered here at the wedding venue, and their eyes were all glued on the man standing at the end of the red carpet inside the wedding hall.

Clive wore a traditional suit, which was dark maroon in color and had intricate details embroidered on its sleeves, tailored exactly to his measurements. The suit further accentuated his handsome yet aloof appearance.

He was looking at his bride, who was now standing before him.

Clive thought "Nadia" seemed a lot more docile and obedient today.

He thought that his lessons and rulebook had finally gotten into Nadia's thick skull. Finally, he had managed to cut off every thorn on her body and forced her into being obedient and submissive.

It was a good thing, too. He had plenty of time after their marriage to further mold her into the perfect wife

The thought that Nadia might be dead pierced into Clive's heart like a jagged icicle, freezing all the blood in his body at once. The sudden, unprecedented terror and fear of loss opened their jaws wide, threatening to swallow him into the abyss.

Clive shoved Verona and the other people approaching him aside. Then, he rushed out of the wedding hall like a madman, completely ignoring the cries and screams from behind.

He floored the gas in his Rolls-Royce and shot off, flying down the roads and running multiple red lights until he finally reached the burned-up pile of soot and ashes that used to be the mansion housing the Youngs.

The firefighters were still trying to put out the smouldering fire, and the acrid smell of dust and smoke still hung in the air.

Clive tore his door open and rushed out of the car. The hopeless scene before him made him feel like an invisible hand was squeezi

With that, Nadia turned around and went back into her room.

Early the next morning, while it was still dawn, Nadia's phone lit up with a text message notification. It was a text that she had been waiting for a very, very long time.

Her visa application had finally been approved.

So, she quickly got up and grabbed her suitcase, which she'd already packed up a while ago, and opened the door without hesitation.

She'd just descended the stairs when she saw Clive, looking dapper and more handsome than ever,  walking into the house with his groomsmen right behind him.

As requested by Celia, their wedding would be a traditional one, which meant her veil was completely opaque so that Clive wouldn't be able to see her face before the ceremony.

Celia wore a magnificent wedding gown as she carefully made her way toward Clive with her mother's help.

Clive couldn't see Celia's face through the veil, but he naturally assumed that she was Nadia. He walked up to Celia and held her hand. Then, probably because it was his wedding day today, Clive's usually cold voice sounded a little gentler than usual.

"Behave yourself. And don't worry. I'm here for you," Clive reminded.

Nadia stayed in the shadows on the stairs, watching everything quietly and calmly.

Clive was a very strict and highly disciplined heir, and so, he only deserved to be with a gentle, elegant, and presentable woman.

This time, Nadia thought that Clive would be over the moon once he found out that his bride had been switched to someone he clearly loved more than her.

She considered this her biggest wedding gift to him.

After Clive brought Celia away, Hector and Ruby also followed after them, piling into their cars as they headed toward the wedding venue. All of a sudden, the Young residence was deathly quiet again.

Nadia grabbed her suitcase and slowly made her way down the stairs before leaving the house.

She flagged down a cab by the side of the road.

"Where to, miss?" the driver asked, stopping and flashing a polite smile at her.

Nadia didn't answer him right away. Instead, she retrieved a remote control about the size of her palm and looked at the grand mansion behind her that seemed even more magnificent under the morning sun.

Her mother was the one who designed that house.

However, she had passed away when Nadia was little, and this place had now been completely tarnished by Hector, Ruby, and Celia. It turned into a disgusting cage that Nadia couldn't bear to look at anymore.

Her gaze turned cold. Then, without any further hesitation, she pressed the red button on her remote control.

There was a deafening explosion as the explosives buried around the mansion ground blew up at the same time. At once, a massive fire roared to life and engulfed the building structure as thick, black smoke billowed into the sky.

The flames quickly consumed the mansion that carried all of Nadia's unhappy memories. The heat was so intense that even she and the cab driver could feel the vehicle vibrating a short distance away from it.

The driver was shocked by the sudden explosion. His soul nearly left his body, and he almost lost grip on the steering wheel. His face was white with shock as he stammered, "M-Miss… Isn't that y-your house? Y-You blew it up?"

Nadia calmly looked away and got in, buckling herself into her seat. Then, with all the emotions of a robot talking disinterestedly about the weather, she said, "Yeah. I blew it up.

"My mom designed it, but it's now a den for my dad's mistress and illegitimate daughter. I find it disgusting. So, I blew it up to take care of everything."

She then turned to look at the stupefied driver and said clearly, "Let's go. To the airport."

The driver glanced at Nadia's face in his rearview mirror, noticing that she was frighteningly calm about everything. Then, he looked at the burning pile of rubble behind him and gulped hard, his eyes filled with a sense of awe and disbelief.

"O-Okay!"

He recollected his wits, floored the gas pedal, and flew off in the direction of the airport.

Outside the car window, the scenery of the passing city receded into the distance as the ugly flames illuminating half the horizon gradually disappeared out of sight behind them.

The domes at the Church of Saint Hart towered in the sky.

Almost every notable person in Bayfort was gathered here at the wedding venue, and their eyes were all glued on the man standing at the end of the red carpet inside the wedding hall.

Clive wore a traditional suit, which was dark maroon in color and had intricate details embroidered on its sleeves, tailored exactly to his measurements. The suit further accentuated his handsome yet aloof appearance.

He was looking at his bride, who was now standing before him.

Clive thought "Nadia" seemed a lot more docile and obedient today.

He thought that his lessons and rulebook had finally gotten into Nadia's thick skull. Finally, he had managed to cut off every thorn on her body and forced her into being obedient and submissive.

It was a good thing, too. He had plenty of time after their marriage to further mold her into the perfect wife he needed.

The wedding ceremony began. He went along with the standard proceedings and walked slow

Chapter 11