Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 454: The Bride Switch

Chapter 454: The Bride Switch

Jack and his two subordinates finally reached the car. They opened the trunk and heaved the black suitcase inside.

"Man, she’s heavy! How can such a petite woman as much as a pig?" one of the bodyguards muttered under his breath.

"Shut up!" Jack snapped, nearly losing his temper.

Realizing his slip, the bodyguard quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

Damn it, Jack thought. He hadn’t expected this new guy to be so unreliable. Jack shot him a withering glare but said nothing more. He got into the car and quickly drove off.

It would probably take about forty minutes before anyone realized the bride had been kidnapped.

Jack drove out of S City, knowing it was the best way to distance themselves from Eric and his people. Even if they were discovered, it would take time for anyone to catch up.

Half an hour later, Jack pulled up in front of a farmhouse in a sparsely populated village. The area was dotted with only a few houses, as most of the younger residents had moved to the city for work or better living conditions. Only a couple of families remained.

Vivian, waiting impatiently inside, was irritated by the dilapidated house. She and Carl had finalized this plan last night, with one of his friends securing this remote location.

It was a convenient place to hide someone.

"Miss, we’re back!" Jack announced as he unloaded the suitcase and dragged it inside. Once the bodyguards closed the door, he allowed himself a small sigh of relief.

Finally, the task Carl had given him was complete.

Jack pulled the suitcase into the living room, where Vivian was sitting on a sofa, complaining loudly. "This horrible place is unbearable! Even the sofa is so hard—I can’t stand it!"

Carl, sitting beside her, smiled appeasingly. "Darling, don’t worry. Once the wedding is ruined, we can go back!"

"But what about this woman?" Vivian pouted. "I don’t want to kill her. That’s a crime, and if Father finds out, he’ll want to kill me instead!"

Carl chuckled. "That’s easy. Just hand her over to Eric’s enemies. Problem solved."

Vivian’s eyes lit up, and she leaned in to kiss him flirtatiously. "Darling, you’re so clever. Let’s do exactly that!"

"Of course! Your fiancé can’t let you down, can he?" Carl replied smugly, clearly reveling in the moment.

Carl was utterly infatuated with Vivian. His obsession had driven him to orchestrate countless outrageous schemes for her—helping her run away from home, stealing her passport, and smuggling her to Country S.

Meanwhile, Jack unzipped the suitcase. Inside lay a woman dressed in a beautiful wedding gown, her eyes closed peacefully.

Her neatly styled hair was slightly disheveled, but her profile remained strikingly beautiful.

Carl glanced at her, noting her delicate features and small face. Her figure, though petite, was stunning, with the tight wedding dress accentuating her curves in a way that nearly made him lose his composure.

Vivian, however, frowned as she stared at the woman. Something about her side profile seemed unfamiliar.

Frowning deeper, Vivian leaned in and turned the woman’s face toward her. A heart-shaped face stared back at her.

Vivian’s temper flared instantly. "What the hell is this?! That’s not Ella!"

Jack froze, his mind going blank. The plan had been executed in such haste that he hadn’t been given Ella’s photo in advance.

But Room 2809 had been confirmed as Ella’s room—it couldn’t have been a mistake!

Carl, who had never seen Ella, narrowed his eyes at Jack. "What kind of sloppy work is this? You kidnapped the wrong person?"

Jack’s face fell. "Master Carl... I don’t understand. We took her from Room 2809, just like the plan said. Unless... unless they already suspected us and switched her out!"

Carl, enraged, slapped Jack hard across the face. "Shut up! How is that even possible? That idiot Eric couldn’t possibly see through our plan!"

Ella and Eric would have laughed themselves silly hearing this. While Carl was infatuated with Vivian, it was a blind obsession, and he had never bothered to study Eric as a person.

In Carl’s mind, Eric’s disinterest in Vivian simply meant he lacked taste and was a fool.

What Carl didn’t realize was that Eric’s intellect and emotional intelligence left his own lagging far behind.

Vivian, furious, slapped the woman across the face. "Hey, wake up! Wake up!"

The woman, startled by the sting, slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the unfamiliar man and woman before her, she gasped in shock.

"Who... who are you?" she asked, sitting up quickly, though a little dizzy.

"That’s what I’d like to know! Were you waiting for someone in Room 2809?" Vivian snapped.

The woman blinked nervously and nodded. "Yes, I was in Room 2809 because Mr. Nelson told me to wear a wedding dress and sit there for two hours. He said he’d pay me two thousand dollars..."

"What?!" Vivian and Carl shouted in unison. Realization dawned—they had fallen right into Eric’s trap!

"Damn it, we’ve been had!" Vivian cried, storming out of the house. "Get to the venue immediately!"

The location was remote, and returning to S City would take at least thirty minutes—twenty if they sped. But by then, the wedding would likely already be underway.

The thought made Vivian feel like crying. "This is all your fault! You couldn’t even handle something this simple!"

Panting with frustration, Vivian shot Carl a furious glare as he tried to squeeze into the car. She started the engine with a roar and sped off.

"Hey, wait for us!" the three bodyguards yelled, scrambling after the car.

But the vehicle disappeared in a cloud of dust.

The three bodyguards and the woman in the wedding dress were left standing there, stunned and helpless.

Meanwhile...

Ella had already stepped out of the wedding car. A charming four-year-old boy carefully carried the train of her wedding dress. Even so, she remained radiant and graceful, exuding elegance.

That day, the entire city was abuzz.

Though Ella and Eric’s wedding wasn’t an extravagant affair with countless guests from various circles, the event still attracted major media attention. From the Nelson Group Hotel in S City to the northwest chapel, police patrols were stationed along the route at regular intervals.

Handsome bodyguards in black stood guard in the distance, keeping all onlookers and reporters at bay.

Inside the chapel, the wedding march played joyfully, uplifting everyone’s spirits.

Ella, smiling, walked arm in arm with Lucas, taking measured steps down the aisle.

"The bride is stunning!"

"Ella’s so regal. Truly the daughter of nobility!"

"My goodness, isn’t she four or five months pregnant? Yet she still looks flawless in that gown!"

"That dress is gorgeous—so luxurious, with embedded diamonds!"

Indeed, at that moment, Ella was breathtakingly beautiful. Her delicate, porcelain-like face glowed with a charming blush, her gentle smile radiating angelic warmth. She looked like a goddess descending to earth, her beauty so enchanting it seemed to transcend the mortal realm.