Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 453: Kidnapping the Bride

Chapter 453: Kidnapping the Bride

Eric raised an eyebrow, gently poking her soft, dewy cheek. "What’s this? You’re not nervous at all?"

Ella lazily rolled her eyes at him and picked up the glass of milk nearby, taking several sips. "With you around, what’s there to be afraid of?"

She was remarkably calm!

Eric chuckled with a touch of helplessness. "You trust me that much?"

"You’re my husband. If I don’t trust you, who else should I trust?" Ella replied with a soft smile, her hand tenderly resting on her belly.

Eric clasped her hand tightly, his gaze drifting to her rosy lips. Unable to resist, he leaned in and kissed her gently. As he intended to deepen the kiss, Ella quickly pushed him away.

"Don’t get carried away. Besides, Dad and the others are outside. What if they walk in on us..."

"We’re married. A little kiss is perfectly normal, isn’t it?" Eric said with a playful laugh, his hand instinctively resting on Ella’s belly.

The baby was over four months along now, and her belly had a noticeable curve. Eric’s face lit up with joy. "Honey, you need to eat more. Make sure our baby grows up big and healthy."

Ella shot him a look. "As if I needed you to remind me. It’s late. I’m going to take a bath. You stay here and chat with Dad and the others."

"You don’t need me to keep you company?" A trace of disappointment was evident in his tone.

"No, I’m not a child," Ella replied, standing up and placing the empty milk glass on the table. She headed upstairs with Mia quietly following behind. Eric smiled wryly—Ella truly had become a queen, independent and self-reliant. Yet, her strength sometimes made him feel as if his presence didn’t matter.

Time ticked by.

Ella didn’t know when she had fallen asleep. Pregnancy had made her especially sleepy, though she always woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom—a typical symptom for expectant mothers.

When she woke in the middle of the night, she saw the man beside her sleeping peacefully. His handsome face was serene under the soft, sacred glow of the moonlight. Ella’s heart filled with a gentle warmth.

This was her man. No matter the storms ahead or how many women tried to vie for his attention, she would never let them succeed.

The next morning.

Because Ella was pregnant, she wore only a light touch of blush, yet she still looked stunning in her wedding dress.

The woman in the mirror had her hair styled in an elegant bridal updo adorned with pristine white flowers. The dress hugged her upper body perfectly, while the flared skirt gracefully hid her slightly rounded belly.

A rosy blush graced Ella’s cheeks, and her exquisite features were further enhanced by the wedding dress. Her bright eyes sparkled with a subtle allure.

"You look so beautiful, Ella! Your wedding dress was custom-designed by a famous designer from Country W. I’m so jealous!" Amelia exclaimed, her fingers brushing over the fabric in admiration.

"Doesn’t your Richard have some clout? Have him get you a custom design too. You’ll love it!" Chloe teased with a grin.

"Hmph, if I have to ask, then it doesn’t count as sincere!" Amelia pouted, while Lauren carefully lifted the train of the dress. "This craftsmanship is truly remarkable. It’s like a work of art!"

"Agreed. I’ve never seen a dress this simple yet so grand. It’s so elegant and gorgeous!"

"A master’s work is always in a league of its own!"

Amelia and the others couldn’t stop praising the dress. After over an hour of preparations, Ella began to feel a bit tired, so her friends quickly stepped aside to give her some space to rest.

With only an hour left before the wedding.

Amelia and the others waited for Ella in the hotel lobby. In an hour, the ceremony would take place at the northwest chapel.

Meanwhile, on the staircase leading to Ella’s floor:

"Be careful and remember—it’s Room 2809! Eric’s woman is resting there. Once Jack takes care of the guards, you grab her immediately!"

"Yes, Master Carl!"

Two men in black suits responded in hushed tones.

Carl and his bodyguards had already prepared everything downstairs. Their plan was simple: once Ella was removed from the room, they would make a swift getaway without interference.

Adjusting his collar, Carl turned and walked toward the elevator.

After Carl left, the three remaining bodyguards exchanged glances. Jack, one of the guards, headed up to the 28th floor, making his way toward Room 2809. The 28th floor consisted entirely of presidential suites, a place rarely frequented by many people.

When Jack arrived, he threw a small spherical object toward the two guards stationed outside the room. The device hissed, releasing a fine powder that quickly filled the hallway.

"Gas!" one of the guards shouted, but it was too late. Both men collapsed heavily to the floor.

Jack stepped back, careful to avoid inhaling the fainting gas.

Two minutes later, the air cleared. Jack motioned for his men, and two of them approached Room 2809.

"Be cautious. No mistakes," Jack instructed softly.

"Got it, boss," one of the men whispered as they carefully moved to the door and knocked.

A few seconds later, the door opened. As soon as it did, Jack lunged forward, pressing a drugged damp cloth over the woman’s face.

She passed out silently.

"All set. Get her out of here!" Jack said quietly. He lifted the unconscious bride, still dressed in her wedding gown, and placed her into a large black suitcase brought by his subordinates.

Taking a deep breath, they dragged the heavy suitcase toward the elevator.

Jack’s heart raced. It was his first time executing such a bold move in unfamiliar territory, but there was no choice—Carl and Miss Vivian had been adamant.

Today was this woman’s wedding day, and Vivian had insisted on stopping it by any means necessary. Without a bride, the ceremony couldn’t proceed.

"I don’t understand why Master Carl is going along with this. He clearly loves Miss Vivian..." one of the bodyguards muttered in the elevator.

"Shut up. No gossiping. And remember, this isn’t our turf. Be careful and stay discreet!" Jack snapped.

The bodyguard lowered his head and said nothing more, sinking into silence.

Dragging the black suitcase, Jack headed toward the rear parking lot.

Few people noticed them along the way. After all, the hotel was bustling with guests, and as long as they didn’t draw attention to themselves, no one would suspect a thing.