Cielo sat in front of the vanity mirror, awaiting the cosmetic artist to arrive and do her makeup.

The door was pushed open unexpectedly. Helene rushed into the room.

Cielo had unkempt hair and was dressed in a long gray padded jacket, which she noticed. With a reproachful expression, "Everyone in the Smith family has arrived. Why haven't you changed your clothing yet?"

Cielo put his black-rimmed spectacles on the bridge of his nose, confused, his eyes dropping. "Mother, is it truly your intention for me to marry my sister's fiance?" she asked.

Helene assumed she was going to back out. Her face became paler.

Outside, the Smith family was waiting. A single blunder might devastate the whole family!

She knelt in front of Cielo because she was so nervous. " Cielo, your mother is pleading with you. Your sister deserves more. Just help her! Im begging you."

Cielo's initially dull eyes progressively grew chilly, despite the fact that Helene was her birth mother, but she favors my father's children in his first wife.

As a result, my mother was aware that my sister's fiancé had been both unattractive and brutal. My mother knew that, so she wanted me to marry my sister's fiance in exchange.

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Outside the door, a servant's encouraging sound could be heard. "Miss Cielo, Madam. The Smith has arrived upstairs."

Cielo started indifferently rather than reaching out to assist Helene. "Get up, and I'm leaving."

This time it's different. Cielo Hill had given up completely.

When Cielo opened the door, she saw several eye-catching bodyguards waiting outside. This was the person sent by the Smith family to take her up.

She is getting married today; thus, there will be no wedding or groom.

"All right, let's go." Cielo took the lead and headed downstairs first.

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The Smith family is the most prosperous in New York City. When Tyler Smith, the sole direct successor, was abducted more than ten years ago, he was traumatized and treated inhumanely.

Tyler Smith has not revealed his face in public since then.

He was reputed to be nasty and repulsive, and every lady who was transported to his residence died.

There is nothing more painful than death, and Tyler Smith doesn't care whether he is a demon.

The bodyguards led her inside the room when they arrived at Tyler Smith villa before leaving.

The door was not pulled open again until it was dark outside the window.

Cielo Hill turned around to see a tall, straight guy coming through the entrance.

He shut the door behind him with his backhand and switched on the light in the room.

Cielo Hill reached out his palm to block it when the light turned on, then glanced up at the guy.

She was taken aback at first sight.

Not because he is ugly or nasty, but because he is too attractive.

His extensive and muscular physique was clothed in a black suit, and his long legs made giant leaps and moved fast to her.

His face has deep and exquisite contours, like a perfectly constructed piece of art. It's lovely, although it's a little oppressive.

Tyler Smith examined Cielo for a few seconds, frowning slightly. "It's remarkably awful," he said.

He couldn't detect any extraneous emotion in his quiet tone.

Cielo Hill regained consciousness; she didn't care that he called her ugly; she just asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't know who you married?" he said with a loud voice and a piercing flash in his black eyes.

Cielo shuddered as he approached, her cheeks flushed from the chilly breath.

The powerful aura burdened her somewhat, but she straightened her back and said, "Of course, I know who I'm marrying is Tyler Smith!"

When Tyler Smith heard the words, the sharpness in his eyes gradually converged, and suddenly there was a flash of clarity. It seemed that Cielo Hill was a rumor-believer.

Even though she was married to an "ugly and brutal" guy, her demeanor was so serene that the man found it intriguing.

Presumably, he tried to be selective by forming a grin with his lips. "It turns out that I am the relative of your husband, Tyler Smith. I am Troy Smith. You probably don't want to be guarding a disabled person on the wedding night." he states.