City's Spotlight: The Hidden Wife of CEO

At the Suburban Café,

Elizabeth Jones fidgeted in a booth, her eyes locked on her boyfriend, Anthony Thomas.

"Anthony," she grabbed his sleeve, her voice shaky, "What are we gonna do?"

Anthony sat across from her, lips pressed tight, nervously fiddling with his coffee cup.

"Elizabeth, calm down. Let me think," he muttered.

"How can I calm down? Tomorrow, I'm supposed to marry your uncle. But you're my boyfriend," Elizabeth said, her brows furrowing as she bit her lip. "Anthony, I've made up my mind. I won't let my stepmom and her crew push me around. I'm not marrying Michael Thomas. " she grabbed his hand, "Anthony, let´s just run away together!"

Anthony yanked his hand back as if it were on fire, stammering, "E-Elizabeth, w-we gotta think this through. No one knows you're my girl. If the Thomas Family finds out I took you, I'm toast."

Seeing her face fall, he quickly added, "How about this? You act clueless and go through with the wedding. Then wait for my call, Okay? Don't stress, Elizabeth. I'll get you out. Even if things go south, Michael's not gonna last long anyway. He´s in a coma. Once he's gone, I'll come for you. Trust me, I won't abandon you."

Elizabeth's smile softened her face. Anthony seemed too nervous to notice it.

She was so gorgeous, it almost made him rethink his plan.

The next day, at the Thomas family wedding venue, Elizabeth stood in front of the dressing mirror. She was all dolled up.

She had a tall, slender build with an elegant poise.

The custom-made wedding dress fit her like a glove. The white fabric hugged her curves, the hem brushing her ankles.

She was slenderyett had all the right curves.

Her skin was flawless, and her makeup made her glow like a blooming red rose.

The mirror reflected her stunning face.

But her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with anxiety.

With twenty minutes left until the ceremony, she kept swiping her phone, anxiously waiting for a reply.

She and Anthony had a plan for him to whisk her away. But his call hadn't come.

She couldn't wait any longer.

This wedding had only a bride.

The groom was missing.

Six months ago, a car accident left Michael bedridden and in a coma.

Doctors said he had less than a year to live.

His mom, Mary Smith, was devastated.

Thinking it was a real tragedy for Michael to go through such a mess at a young age, Mary decided to set up a marriage for him while he was still comatose.

Even though the Thomas Family was top-tier in Aurora Bay, no one wanted to marry their daughter off to a man on his deathbed.

Plus, Elizabeth already had a boyfriend.

She got up from the chair, clutching her phone, and found an excuse to leave the room.

There were too many people in the dressing room, so she couldn't make a call.

But she had to hit up Anthony ASAP.

She needed to know how Anthony planned to help her bail on the wedding.

If it weren't for her stepmom, Jennifer Johnson, and her stepsister, Patricia Jones's dirty tricks, she wouldn't be in this mess.

Lifting the heavy wedding dress with both hands, she lumbered down the hallway in high heels, searching for a quiet spot to call Anthony.

As she passed a lounge, she stopped.

She heard her sister, Patricia's laughter.

The lounge door was left ajar, so so Elizabeth peeked through the crack.

"Anthony, my dumb sister is probably still waiting for you to save her. Why don't you god check on her, in case she changes her mind and decides to cancel the wedding?" Inside the room, Patricia clung to Anthony, who was dressed in a suit.

Anthony held Patricia, his right hand sliding up her thigh.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Anthony kissed Patricia's neck frantically as he mumbled, "Elizabeth is such a fool. There's no way she's going to cancel the wedding or try to run away. It's all settled. The Thomas Family's bodyguards will drag her back to finish the wedding if necessary."

Elizabeth stood outside the door, her blood turning to ice.

That voice had once whispered so many sweet nothings in her ear.

It belonged to Anthony!

In her moment of helplessness, Anthony was here, getting cozy with Patricia behind her back!

Elizabeth was stunned, her body swaying as she steadied herself against the wall.

Patricia's shrill voice reached her ears, "Anthony, how do you think Elizabeth would react if she found out you spent countless nights with me?"

Elizabeth's mind was spinning, her vision going dark. Luckily, she held on to the wall to keep from falling.

Her fingers clenched around the fabric of her wedding gown, her body trembling with suppressed rage. She shut her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

Her father, Robert Jones, was having financial difficulties and was on the brink of bankruptcy.

In his distress, he had fallen seriously ill.