Chapter 747 Elliot's Early Marriage 1
Molly's story took an unexpected turn.
Almost overnight, her name was everywhere. Celine lined up four film contracts and eight endorsements for her, including one for a luxury skincare brand and another for an international high-end fashion house. The latter didn't even bother with a trial period — the deal was signed on the spot.
It was unheard of. But with the Windsor Group and M&E Technology behind her, no brand feared a crisis. If trouble came, those two giants would handle it.
Stepping into the world of the elite brought Molly a flood of new fans. The brands she endorsed sold out within hours. One product hit thirty million in sales on launch day, clearing shelves entirely. It became routine for her name to be followed by the words "sold out."
Her magazine cover? Fifty-six hundred copies gone in two hours — a record in the entertainment industry.
Molly was now a top-tier star, her market value soaring. Celine pushed her asking price to no less than twenty million dollars per film.
One afternoon, M&E Technology's official Twitter account posted a single line: [What it's like to date a top star.]
Within thirty minutes, over fifty thousand comments flooded in, most tagging @Elliot. Fans assumed Elliot was too busy to respond. But two hours later, he did.
It read: [Pure sweetness.]
The internet erupted. Fans swarmed Molly's Twitter, demanding her side of the story. She was on set filming, with Celine by her side. At BlissBeat Entertainment, Molly was now the crown jewel — the company's most valuable asset.
In the industry, anyone wanting access to Molly had to go through Celine.
Celine herself was riding the wave. One Molly could set her up for life. Every night, she prayed Molly wouldn't marry too soon — otherwise, she'd be forced into early retirement.
Fortunately, Molly had promised she wasn't rushing into marriage.
By evening, the sun was sinking low.
The director called the final "Cut!" and announced wrap for the day. Molly's assistant came running, breathless. "Molly, Mr. Windsor's car is here to take you to the estate for dinner."
Molly frowned. "That's strange. I called him earlier — he said he was working late."
The director hurried over, all smiles. "Molly, you'd better not keep Mr. Windsor waiting." He slipped her a business card. "If you have a chance, could you pass this to him?"
Before Molly could answer, Celine snatched the card. "What is this, handing out flyers? Have some dignity — you're a director."
The man flushed crimson.
Celine turned to Molly. "Go get yourself ready. First time visiting Elliot's family home — you should look your best."
Molly nodded and headed to the dressing room.
She still assumed Elliot was waiting outside. But at the curb, it wasn't his car — it was a black Lincoln limousine.
She approached slowly. The rear door opened, and out stepped a man who looked strikingly like Elliot, only older.
Jacob Windsor.
Compared to Elliot's sharp, almost dangerous beauty, Jacob's features were more refined, more understated — a touch of their mother Sarah in his face. Both were handsome, but in different ways.
Molly hesitated. Her chest tightened. This was the CEO of the Windsor Group.
In the fading light, Jacob was almost dazzling.
"Mr. Windsor," she said softly.
His eyes warmed with a smile. "Just call me Jacob. We're becoming a family already."
Her cheeks flushed. Growing up with only Magnolia, she wasn't used to this kind of familial warmth. It took her a long moment before she managed, "Jacob." Her eyes stung as she said it.
Jacob reached out, brushing the back of her head with a gentle hand. "You have a family now."
He ushered her into the car. Instead of heading straight to the estate, he told the driver to take the long way through the city. At a red light, he chatted easily. "My wife's already home. You'll meet her tonight — her name's Serafina. And there's my sister Isadora, she married into the Montague family. My cousin Avery is her husband."
It was a lot to take in.
Jacob didn't press. When they reached a fruit shop, he parked and went inside with Molly. He pointed out which fruits Oliver and Sarah loved, and bought a bouquet of fresh flowers for Sarah.
Molly carried the flowers. Jacob took the heavy fruit basket. Walking beside him, she felt a strange, quiet happiness. Right now, he wasn't the CEO of the Windsor Group — he was Elliot's older brother. Her future family.
And then it hit her.
Elliot had planned this.
He wasn't working late at all. He'd sent Jacob to bring her home.
Her eyes shimmered. The feeling of being thought of — truly thought of — was beyond anything she had ever known.