Chapter 831 Do You Promise

Tamara’s brows knitted tightly together. Although she knew James would come, she still found herself sneering, “Didn’t you say the groom and the bride shouldn’t meet before their wedding? Why are you being such a hypocrite?” James observed Tamara, who was in her wedding dress. His smile softened, “I just wanted to see you.” Tamara turned her attention back to the mirror and huffed, “Are you done?” James chuckled, “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, Tamara?” She was even more pissy than usual. Tamara muttered dryly, “Congratulations. You totally got it right. Now get out. I need to put on my makeup.” James nodded, “I’ll wait for you outside.” James closed the door again. Just then, Tamara’s phone buzzed. She picked it up and smiled at the screen. She put down her phone and took her makeup brush. She grinned at the person in the mirror, “Are you ready?” “It’s all set,” muttered the person. “Then let the show begin.” … It was almost time for the start of the ceremony, and all the guests had taken their seats. James had hired a famous pianist, who began playing the first notes of a beautiful symphony one after the other. The door creaked open slowly as the music filled the hall. With a measured and elegant stride, the beautiful bride made her entrance into the room, her features concealed behind a white veil that heightened the sense of anticipation. The bride held a bouquet of flowers in her hand while Evelyn trailed after her. James glanced at Evelyn, who was walking with her head down. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the bride, his only focus for the moment. He smiled to himself. Tamara was finally his. From that day onward, Tamara belonged to him and his alone. James stared at the bride longingly. As the bride drew closer, James’ vision clouded with lust. It was as if he was trying to devour the bride—owning her—both body and soul. The two stood facing each other. The priest began his speech and gave the two a firm look. “Mr. James and Miss Tamara, it is time for you to exchange vows,” began the priest. “Will you, James Gladwell, take Tamara Moore as your wife? To have and to hold her from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” continued the priest. Everyone had their attention on James. James smiled adoringly at his beautiful bride and said sincerely, “I do.” The priest turned to the bride. “Will you, Tamara Moore, take James Gladwell as your husband? To have and to hold him from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?” The crowd gazed at the bride. James smiled at her, but his smile froze when the bride refused to say her vows. The priest cleared his throat. He repeated the vows again and even increased his volume. “Do you promise, Miss Tamara Moore?” questioned the priest. "Tamara," hissed James. He furrowed his brows at her. What was she doing? Was she trying to ruin the wedding? To make a fool out of him? James took a step forward. He gave her a warning look and whispered, “Do you not want the antidotes?” The veil moved a little. James smirked in satisfaction and stared deeply at her. “No,” declared the bride. But she didn’t sound like Tamara! James’ jaw fell open. Before he could react, a gun was pressed to his head.