Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922

On the other side, Ralph watched the couple kiss on stage. A wave of emotion swelled in him, yet beneath it lingered an inexplicable loneliness.

Without thinking, he unlocked his phone and opened the chat with Delilah. The conversation was frozen in time-back before he’d arrived in Goldmont City, when she had simply wished him a safe journey.

The kiss ended, but Nick did not immediately pull away. His forehead rested against Khloe’s, lingering, tender, unhurried.

The ceremony concluded. The host delivered a final congratulatory speech, and the Royal Palace banquet officially began.

An hour later, this breathtaking moment streamed live across the globe, its popularity so immense that the servers briefly stuttered under the load.

In the video, petals and golden confetti rained down from above, settling on the newlyweds as they held hands, stepping together into the celebration. Nick faced the crowd, hand in hand with Khloe, basking in the flood of blessings from around the world.

The live chat exploded. Amid countless well-wishes, messages poured in overflowing with emotion.

[Oh my god, I’m literally crying!]

[How can one couple be this perfect?]

[I believe in love again!]

[Nick and Khloe are soulmates-end of story!]

[That entrance was insane. This is what a real century wedding looks like!]

[Just the two of them, and it’s already this romantic!]

[The Royal Palace wedding is stunning-absolutely breathtaking!]

[I tuned in for the palace banquet and now I’m completely hooked!]

[Sending all my blessings! May they be happy forever!]

[I’ll believe the world is ending before I believe Nick and Khloe won’t make it!]

And then, among the blessings, a lone, unwelcome comment flashed by: [They won’t make it.]

That night, in a luxurious study, a man stood in the shadows holding his phone. The dim light stretched his figure across the expensive Persian rug. The comment he had sent into the live stream was instantly swallowed by the torrent of blessings-like a single drop of ink lost in the ocean.

He extinguished the smoldering cigar clamped between his fingers and turned, leaving the study to enter the main hall of his lakeside mansion.

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The “palace” was impossibly grand. A ten-meter-high vaulted ceiling loomed overhead, adorned with a massive neoclassical fresco depicting the Olympian gods gazing down from the clouds, their forms coming alive as light and shadow danced across the walls.

He crossed the hall and walked through a corridor lined with classical oil paintings. At the corridor’s end lay the villa’s dining room, equally lavish. A long mahogany table, capable of seating thirty guests, dominated the center, while maids began placing the dishes. 1

“Darling, is your work finally done?”

A pair of slender arms wrapped around him from behind. The woman’s voice was soft, carrying the faint accent of his native tongue.

“Mm.” He responded, looping his arm around her wrist and turning to kiss her. 1

She was slightly surprised-he was usually formal, polite, and restrained, especially in public-but she had always been obedient to him. Since he was being so forward, she welcomed it willingly.

On one side of the room, a massive marble fireplace blazed, sending warmth across the hall. The aroma of top-grade truffles and roasted meat drifted through the air, mingling with the clatter of dishes being set on the table. 1

And just then, their guests arrived.

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