Chapter 752 Elliot's Early Marriage 6
It was the liveliest New Year Molly had ever known.
By March, she and Elliot were married. Her veil trailed a full ten feet behind her, a deliberate choice after hearing an old superstition that the longer the veil, the longer the marriage. Elliot had it custom-made, because he said he wanted to be with her forever.
The church bells rang as Molly, arm in arm with Jacob, began her slow walk toward Elliot. From this moment on, they would be husband and wife. His family would be hers, their fortunes and failures shared. Ten short yards felt like the distance of the five long years they had traveled together.
At the altar, Jacob placed Molly's hand into Elliot's and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "Take good care of her," he said.
Elliot stepped forward, his gaze fixed on her through the delicate veil. Today, she was like a blossom of pure white, radiant and still.
He lifted the veil with deliberate care. He wanted her to look into his eyes as they completed their vows, to witness this moment together. In a few minutes, they would speak the words that would make them husband and wife in truth. From youth to old age — that was the arc of the life he had promised her.
When their eyes met, it was devotion. It was a vow without regret.
Because Molly was a public figure, the wedding was streamed live across multiple platforms. She donated every cent of the broadcast revenue to children in impoverished regions. The ad revenue alone was staggering — over eighty million dollars in total.
Viewers watched and commented in real time.
[Oh my God, Elliot's older brother is gorgeous.]
[Shame he's already married.]
[What about his sister? She's stunning too. How is this whole family so good-looking?]
After dissecting every member of the Windsor family, the chat turned to the Montagues.
[The Montague Group's CEO, Avery, is ridiculously handsome.]
But most of the comments were for Molly — celebrating that she had married for love, to the boy she had once adored. Walter's words from the past now carried more weight than ever.
[Molly's never been a gold-digger.]
[Exactly. She's got a dynasty at her back — she could drop a name and watch the room go silent.]
[Maybe the first half of Molly's life was only rehearsal for the second — and now the curtain's finally up.]
As the online chatter swelled, Elliot slid the diamond ring onto Molly's finger. When he leaned in to kiss her, there was a glint of moisture at the corner of his eye.
Across the internet, young women clasped their hands, watching a scene that pressed against something soft in their hearts. The kind of love they all secretly hoped for was right there, alive on their screens.
When the kiss ended, Elliot kept his eyes on her and whispered, "I love you, Molly."
She rose on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his mouth, her hands closing gently around his. "I love you too, Elliot."
Outside the church waited a carriage adorned with Molly's favorite flowers — purple bellflowers — alongside sleek luxury cars. The carriage would take them on a full tour of the city. It was Elliot's idea; he wanted everyone to know that his wife's name was Molly.
Oliver covered his face, half amused, half exasperated. Since getting back together with Molly, Elliot had reverted to his old self — but Oliver knew he would make a good husband, and one day, a good father. He smiled faintly. His love for Elliot was no less than for any of his other children. But Elliot had always known how to take care of himself.
That day, the entire city seemed to be playing the same song.
The Wedding March.