Chapter 922

Stella slowly shifted her gaze toward Weston’s wedding ring in the box and reached out to take it. She lowered her head and looked at his hand as she slipped the ring onto his finger. The next moment, Weston grabbed her hands. The crowd roared in applause. Weston lifted her chin and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. Stella could only yield, with no way of opposing him. Her hands were still bound by his tie so tightly that it left red marks on her wrists. She lifted her chin and received his punishing kiss. Her arms drooped helplessly before her torso, swaying gently between them. Everyone could see that tie around her wrists clearly, but no one dared to whisper a word about it. In full view of all the guests, their marriage was solemnized, with Stella as the captured and shackled bride. The news spread like wildfire online. Very soon, their grand wedding had alternative headlines to it. “Caged Wedding.” “The Shackled Bride.” The image of Stella and Weston e