The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1185

After bowing to Mikhail, Natalie stared straight at him, contemplating every possible move she could make.

If I rip out my mask and tell him that Bastien did all this just so he could marry me, what would my odds of winning be? Obviously, I won't have to marry Bastien if I cause such a huge stir in front of all these people, but whatever happens afterward may be entirely beyond my control. What Bastien did is a huge disgrace to the royal family for sure. I can't predict how Mikhail would deal with him or if Mikhail would show him mercy because of their father-and-son relationship, but one thing's for sure—the royal family of Loang will regard me as a plague.

The fact that she had managed to leave unscathed after turning down Bastien's proposal back then was already a miracle.

However, she could not be confident about getting the same outcome on that day.

If Mikhail were to set his mind on removing the so-called plague that was her, Samuel and her five children could end up being dragged into the whole ordeal too.

Mikhail may not do anything to Samuel and the kids, but their safety still can't be guaranteed. What if something happens to them after I leave this hall?

As the woman increasingly tightened her grip on the silk ribbon, her nails dug into her palms, forming crescent-shaped marks on her skin.

“Bastien, now that you're settling down to start your own family with the youngest daughter of the Lovas family, you've officially become mature and independent. Continue to spare no effort when it comes to our nation's affairs. Don't let me down,” Mikhail advised while seated on the throne.

“Don't worry, Father. I'll remember every piece of your advice,” Bastien responded courteously.

Then, Mikhail's eyes fell on Natalie.

“So, you're Lunetta Lovas?” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Natalie was hesitant about responding to him.

Seeing that, Bastien hurriedly covered for her. “Father, I believe you're aware of Lune's condition. She spent the past years recuperating in a remote village and rarely interacted with people, so now that she's meeting so many people for the first time, not to mention on such a grand occasion, it can't be helped that she's a little nervous...”

He then shot Natalie a tender look that was also laced with a hint of warning.

Until then, he still forced her to cooperate by using the people she loved.

It certainly was not anything new, but it worked exceptionally well against Natalie.

She could endure the most torturous interrogations, but there was no way she could watch her loved ones get hurt because of her. Even if the people he used against her hold no actual value to her, the thought of innocent lives being involved due to her was simply unbearable.

These are people's lives we're talking about. You can't regain a life once it's lost!

The woman gritted her teeth as her nails grazed the skin of her palms, causing droplets of blood to trickle out and stain the silk ribbon. Even so, neither Mikhail nor Bastien noticed that.

Unable to find anything special about “Lunetta,” Mikhail cast a dubious look at Bastien, wondering why his most brilliant son ended up falling for such an inarticulate and unusual young lady.

Still, those were some extremely small traces of doubt.

As a father, he would not interfere with his son's marriage too much as long as the latter did not make decisions that he deemed too absurd.

Meanwhile, Frieda was all smiles on her son's big day. “Bastien, Lune, I wish you both well as a mother. May you enjoy a blissful and everlasting marriage, be blessed with children, and support each other at all times.”

In truth, she would have had something to say about Lunetta's background if she had not witnessed Bastien lose himself over Natalie in the past.

However, given that she was ready to thank every deity in the universe as long as he did not marry Natalie, she bestowed the greatest kindness on “Lunetta,” who had never smiled even once so far.

Natalie had the sudden urge to laugh as she observed Frieda from behind the hyper-realistic mask.

It's amusing to see how someone's attitude toward me could do a one-eighty just because of this mask I'm wearing.