The Billionaire Groom Replaced Me With His Tomboy After I Was Paralyzed Chapter 04
The morning of the wedding.
At exactly 6:00 AM, Maddie slipped into my room right on schedule to begin my hair and makeup.
As she carefully unboxed the $200,000 custom haute couture gown and held it up against my frame, her hands gave a violent shudder.
“Sienna… Oh my God, your arms…”
The gown was an elegant, strapless sweetheart cut, leaving everything from my collarbones down
completely bare.
The raw, dense definition of the muscle across my forearms and shoulders was completely visible
now.
“Don’t look at it,” I said flatly, staring into the vanity mirror. “Just pack the heavy-duty stage concealer on as thick as you can.”
Maddie bit her lower lip, holding back her questions, and methodically layered three thick coats of
waterproof concealer until the worst of the deep training bruises were fully masked.
Once the gown was zipped and the sheer lace veil was pinned into place, I took a slow half-turn in
front of the glass.
The woman staring back was a vision in pure white silk, draping down to the floor.
She looked entirely distinct from the broken ghost of a month ago-the girl who had been left with
a fractured skull, paralyzed and rotting in a wheelchair.
The Sienna of my past life had died the second she hit the asphalt from that roof.
The version standing here today had crawled her way out of hell.
At exactly 8:00 AM, the bridal car pulled up downstairs.
Garrett was waiting by the door, looking impossibly sharp in a tailored black tuxedo, his face clean-shaven and his leather shoes polished to a mirror shine.
The moment his eyes landed on me, a genuine spark of lust flared across his face.
I offered him a radiant, perfect smile, looped my arm through his, and stepped into the vehicle.
Roxy was riding shotgun, dressed in her sleek bridesmaid gown. Her hair was tied back in a low, innocent ponytail, her makeup soft and natural.
As I settled into the back seat, she turned around, offering a weak, fragile little smile
“Sienna, you look absolutely breathtaking today,” she murmured, before covering her mouth to let out two delicate, sickly coughs.
I reached forward, gently patting her hand. “Thank you, Roxy. I know how fragile your health is; it means the world to me that you’re pushing through to be my bridesmaid today.”
“It’s no trouble at all, Sienna. Seeing you and Garrett finally get your happily ever after makes every single second worth it.”
Garrett caught Roxy’s eye in the rearview mirror, and she shot him a lightning-fast glance back.
The look lasted less than a second, but I caught it perfectly-the sheer, intoxicating hit of smugness, excitement, and rabid impatience dancing in their eyes.
The car rolled smoothly into the grand driveway of The Grand Luminary Hotel, the most exclusive
five-star venue in the city.
Massive floral arches lined the entrance, a plush crimson carpet ran all the way through the doors,
and the corridors were overflowing with towering floral arrangements from the elite guests.
Garrett stepped out first, jogging around to open my door with an elegant, old-school gentleman’s
flourish.
“We’re here, beautiful,” he whispered, offering his arm.
I gathered the heavy silk train of my gown, took his arm, and walked through the double doors.
The moment the grand ballroom doors swung open, a packed room of over three hundred
high-society guests turned in unison, erupting into a deafening wall of applause.
My eyes swept across the room.
The floral design, the lighting cues, the custom banquet seating-everything was perfectly aligned with the wedding planners’ original mockups.
Except for one massive, glaring addition.
Right in the dead center of the main stage, where the multi-tiered champagne tower was supposed to stand, was a towering, heavy-steel octagonal MMA cage.
The perimeter was strung tight with high-tension regulation ropes, the floor was covered in reinforced blue grappling mats, and a pair of brand-new, professional fight gloves hung loose from the metal posts.
I froze, feigning a look of complete, wide-eyed terror as I looked up at Garrett.
“What… what is that doing there?”
Garrett padded my hand with a soothing, patronizing gentleness, his tone smooth and natural
“Don’t worry, Sienna. It’s an old-school tradition from back home in Rustwood. The bride’s supposed to step into the cage and go a quick round with a representative from the groomsmen to bring the family good luck. It’s just for show, a little fun for the guests.”
He stepped to the side, and Roxy glided out from behind him. She had tossed a white athletic track jacket over her bridesmaid dress and was loosely carrying a pair of hand wraps.
Her face still wore that sweet, fragile mask as she spoke in a soft whine.
“Sienna, Garrett practically begged me to do this, and I just couldn’t say no. Don’t worry, you know how weak my body is. I don’t even have half the strength in my entire body as you do in one finger. We’ll just touch gloves, move around a bit, and make it look good for the cameras.”
Down in the audience, the relatives and groomsmen-entirely oblivious to the execution plot-
started hooting and cheering.
“Get in there! Respect the tradition!”
“Don’t be shy, Sienna! Bring the family some good luck!”
“Look at Roxy’s frame, a stiff breeze could knock her over! What are you scared of?”
The chant grew louder, bouncing off the high ceilings of the ballroom.
Every single person in that room was laughing, cheering, and filming with their phones. Not a single soul saw anything twisted about forcing a bride into a cage on her wedding day.
Just like my past life.
I stood entirely frozen for ten long seconds, before slowly raising my chin to look Garrett dead in
the eye.
“Fine. I’ll fight.”
Garrett blinked, visibly caught off guard by how fast I acquiesced.
“But I have one absolute condition,” I added, my voice cutting through the noise. “In case of any unexpected injuries inside that cage, neither side gets to sue. We sign a legally binding liability
waiver right here, right now.”
I turned and signaled Maddie, who stepped forward instantly, pulling a pre-drafted legal document
out of her clutch and laying it flat in front of Garrett.
The text was clean, professional, and absolute.
“During the voluntary athletic demonstration inside the cage, any and all physical trauma, injuries, or medical outcomes incurred by either party shall be borne entirely by the injured party. Both participants waive all rights to civil compensation and agree to forfeit any and all future criminal or legal prosecution.”
Garrett scanned the lines quickly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a desperate attempt to hide his smirk.
To him, I had just signed my own death warrant.
Roxy’s eyes lit up with predatory excitement as she snatched the pen from the table and aggressively signed her name across the line.
The moment the ink dried, I took the document and handed it safely back to Maddie for safekeeping.
Then, right in front of three hundred wealthy guests waiting to watch a joke unfold, I reached back, unpinned my veil, and began shedding the heavy, multi-layered silk of my wedding gown.