Chapter 430 The Video
Bradley, clad in a tailored suit and wearing a faint smile, gracefully approached Siena.
His eyes swept over Siena from head to toe. "How could I possibly miss such a grand occasion as your wedding?"
Siena took a deep breath, hoping Bradley wasn't here to stir up trouble.
She forced a smile. "I'm glad you could make it, Bradley. Seb and I are honored to have you here."
Before she could say more, Bradley grabbed her chin in a tight grip.
He made her look up at him. "If you're so happy to have me, why didn't I get an invite? Do you really want me here, Siena?"
Siena's face went stiff. "Of course," she managed to say.
Bradley clicked his tongue as he fixed his gaze on Siena's lovely face, saying "I was your matchmaker, remember? How could you forget me so quickly, Siena? That's pretty ungrateful."
Siena's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily tried to appease him, "I really forgot to send the invite because I was so busy. Please don't be mad."
"I'm not pissed," Bradley said, his tone icy.
Siena couldn't figure out what Bradley was up to, so she softened her tone and pleaded, "No matter what, I'll always be grateful to you and Mr. Black. Without your help, I wouldn't be here today, about to marry Seb."
"Bradley, if there's anything you need, once I become Mrs. Landon, I'll do my best to help."
Bradley sneered, "Are you scared?"
Siena stayed silent, her face tense.
Bradley released her chin, walked over to sit down, "Don't worry. I'm not here to cause trouble. Mr. Black just wanted me to take some photos of you and Seb."
Siena asked, confused. "What kind of photos?"
"Wedding photos, intimate photos," Bradley said, his eyes lingering on Siena's chest.
Bradley looked down upon Siena, but he had to admit, she had a good figure.
Siena even chose a low-neckline wedding gown to become a trending topic, which was indeed captivating.
"We haven't had time to take wedding photos," she said hesitantly.
Bradley waved dismissively. "Go get Seb. I'll take a few shots of you two now."
Siena hesitated. "I'm afraid that's not possible."
Bradley frowned, "Why not?"
Siena explained, "There are a lot of people here today. The Jose family has many members present. Jack and Zaire, being the groomsmen, were always by Seb's side. I can't get him to come over and take photos."
Bradley cast her a sidelong glance, "With you behaving like this, I have no way to report back to Mr. Black.”
"What should I do then?" Siena asked, her voice shaky.
Bradley remained silent.
Whenever his gaze skimmed over Siena's breast, She felt a sudden heat rise within her.
Bradley suddenly felt an intense urge to throw Siena down, shred her wedding dress, and make love to her right there and then.
Seeing the dangerous look in his eyes, Siena took two steps back. "Mr. Vaughn?"
Bradley set up the camera on a cabinet, then stood up, unbuttoning his suit as he walked toward Siena.
"Mr. Vaughn, what are you doing?" Siena asked, her voice tinged with panic.
In a swift motion, Bradley grabbed her arm, tossing her onto the bed, then he climbed over her.
"Bradley!" Siena cried out.
But in the next second, her lips were firmly seized by Bradley's.
Siena struggled, managing to slap him across the face.
For a moment, they both froze, then Bradley tightened his grip on her shoulders.
There was a tearing sound as Bradley ripped her wedding dress.
"My dress!" Siena exclaimed, but her words were ignored.
Bradley took the chance to lift Siena's wedding dress and unbutton his pants.
The act of making love lasted over thirty minutes.
When it was finally over, Bradley stood by the bed, straightened his clothes, and walked over to turn off the camera that had been recording the entire time.
The room was dimly lit, with the camera capturing Siena's face in full detail while Bradley's profile remained a blurred silhouette.
Bradley then sent a few screenshots to Quentin, considering his task complete.
Siena suddenly grabbed the camera, and smashed it to the ground.
"Bradley, you bastard!" she yelled.
Bradley frowned, but since the photos had already been sent, he bent down, picked up the broken camera, and casually tossed it into the trash can.
He patted his jacket and tried to comfort Siena. "You're the star today. If your makeup is ruined, it won't look good."
Thinking about what had just happened, Bradley's feelings toward Siena shifted slightly.
Seeing her crying, he couldn't help but reach out to wipe her tears.
Siena slapped his hand away and snapped, "Bradley, remember this. I owe you nothing."
Bradley raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
Siena grabbed her phone and saw that there were only five minutes left until the wedding ceremony.
She quickly moved to the vanity to fix her appearance.
Though her dress was torn, it wasn't too noticeable.
She forced herself to compose, touching up her makeup.
What had just happened would be buried deep inside her.
Bradley stood for a moment and then left.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, a sack was thrown over his head, and he was hit on the back of the head, causing him to collapse unconscious.
Ten minutes later, as the wedding march began to play, Siena walked out of the room, stepping onto the red carpet, and made her way to the garden.
A circular spotlight shone on her, and a drone above showered her with flower petals.
Siena walked slowly under the gaze of the guests. At the end of the red carpet stood her groom, Seb.
The distance between them shortened, and after today, their lives would be intertwined.
Siena curved her lips into a smile as she stood before the steps.
She lifted her heavy skirt and stepped onto the first step when the music suddenly stopped.
There were murmurs of discussion around her.
Siena paused briefly but continued to walk forward.
This was actually a scene Siena had deliberately arranged to show off in front of everyone.
Tomorrow's media coverage of the wedding would definitely mention this small mishap.
When the media wrote about the mishap, they wouldn't just write about the mistake.
They would also write about how the bride remained composed, and elegant in the face of such an unexpected situation.
It was just a marketing strategy.
According to Siena's plan, the music would resume after a ten-second pause.
What she needed to do now was to maintain her composure and walk confidently.
She silently counted down in her mind.
Siena had successfully stepped onto the last step, her ten-foot-long wedding train trailing gracefully behind her.
She timed it perfectly, planning to take her first step to the music and amaze everyone, but instead, the speakers played the sound of a woman moaning. "Bradley, let go of me."
The crowd instantly erupted in shock.
Siena looked up sharply.
On the giant screen by the pool, footage of her and Bradley's earlier sexual encounter was playing.
Their movements were captured in disturbing detail; their mingled breaths and intimate sounds resonated throughout the venue.
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