Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 147: Beauty and Lucas marriage Celebration

Being with the CEO sure has its perks!

Even getting a marriage certificate could be fast-tracked—less than ten minutes and all the formalities were done.

When that little red booklet finally landed in her hands, it suddenly hit her: she had just transford from a carefree young woman into a married woman.

She couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

The manager handling the paperwork bead at her with congratulations, and she could only force a polite nod in return.

After all, to outsiders, marrying Lucas was the kind of fortune one could only dream of—like winning the cosmic lottery.

But for her?

More like the worst luck in eight lifetis!

Why, of all people, did she have to be adopted by him?

And now she was stuck with him for life!

What kind of twisted jackpot had she stumbled into?

Head hanging low, as if she’d just been publicly shad, she trudged out of the Marriage registrar office.

Lingering at the door, she glanced back wistfully before flashing a cheeky grin.

"Uncle Lucas, how about we go back and get a different-colored one?"

"Keep dreaming.

You’ll never escape my grasp in this lifeti—unless you want to live in misery."

Such a domineering threat.

Did he really think she was scared?

With a cold snort, she turned away and ducked into the car.

Who knew when she’d ever step foot in that office again?

No way was she going to spend her life as this pervy old man’s wife.

She hadn’t even begun to enjoy life—she wasn’t ready to be tied down!

As the car started moving, Beauty slumped against the seat, deliberately keeping her distance from the human ti bomb beside her.

Otherwise, one day, he might sell her off, and she’d probably still be happily counting the cash for him!

Better to offend a true gentleman than a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

A cunning fox like Lucas? If she couldn’t fight him, she could at least avoid him.

"So, where are we going now?"

The car had been moving for quite so ti, and the man beside her remained silent the entire way.

Bored, she absentmindedly twirled the two red booklets in her hands before lifting her chin slightly to ask, "Let’s celebrate.

Call Sarah and et us at the club.

Lucas getting married—of course we’re making a big deal out of it!"

Beauty only managed a weak "Oh" in response.

At least now she had soone to vent to—otherwise, she might have suffocated from keeping it all in.

Imdiately, she lowered her head and sent Sarah a ssage.

She didn’t ntion the marriage license outright—sothing this significant had to be said in person.

Over the phone, she wouldn’t be able to explain it properly anyway.

She simply said Lucas was treating them today at their usual hangout spot.

That was what Lucas had instructed her to say.

After all, she had no idea where their "usual spot" was, but Sarah would definitely know.

A reply ca quickly—just a simple, indifferent "Okay."

Only then did she slip her phone back into her pocket, her heart uneasy.

The club Lucas ntioned was the Royal Riverside Club, the largest and most exclusive in paris, nestled along the riverbank.

Its clientele consisted solely of the wealthy and powerful, with every visit costing no less than six figures.

She had passed by this place once before while strolling through paris with Hannah.

Back then, Hannah had pointed at the grand entrance with longing in her eyes and said, "If only I could step inside this club just once in my life!

I even tried applying for a part-ti job here just to get a glimpse inside, but they rejected without a second glance."

Now, standing abruptly before the gates of this legendary establishnt, Beauty was overwheld with emotion.

She stepped out of the car but froze in place, too intimidated to move forward.

Lucas turned back and shot her an impatient glare.

"What are you standing around for?

Let’s go!"

Snapping out of her daze, she hurried after her "benefactor" like an obedient puppy.

A row of tall, impeccably grood hostesses stood at the entrance.

The mont they spotted Lucas, they bowed respectfully in unison, their voices harmonizing in a perfectly synchronized greeting.

The exterior exuded understated elegance, but the interior was nothing short of opulent.

Gold-leaf wallpaper adorned the walls, while massive lotus-shaped chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their brilliance almost too dazzling to bear.

As we ventured further inside, the lighting grew dimr, with warm amber pendant lamps casting a uniquely charming glow.

The hallway was alive only with waiters shuttling back and forth, each private room adorned in a distinct decorative style.

Every ti Lucas visited, he would head straight for that retro-chic private suite on the third floor.

The interior blended vintage and European aesthetics in a striking fusion, creating an unexpectedly enchanting atmosphere.

True to the lavishness of the club, the furniture, tables, and tea sets were all crafted from the finest materials, exuding an air of unmistakable luxury.

Drake and Samantha had arrived earlier and were already seated on the black European-style leather sofas, drinks in hand.

The flickering lights inside cast an almost surreal ambiance, a stark contrast to the world outside.

"Congratulations, President Marson!

Finally won the heart of your beauty. Tonight’s on —consider it a celebration for the newlyweds.

Beauty, eat, drink, and enjoy to your heart’s content.

Don’t hold back on my account."

"Just Beauty? She’s my woman now—your sister-in-law.

Mind your manners."

A cold voice cut through the air.

Drake raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Ah, I almost forgot!

Now that Beauty’s your wife, she’s my sister-in-law.

My apologies, little sis—"

Pfft_

Beauty, who had just taken a sip of red wine from the coffee table, nearly spat it out at his words.

Luckily, she managed to avoid spraying him. Flustered, she quickly stood up and offered an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I couldn’t help it.

But... could you drop the ’little’?

It sounds so awkward!"

Seizing the rare mont when Lucas was in good spirits and hadn’t lost his temper, Drake promptly poured himself a full glass of wine.

With genuine sincerity, he looked between her and Lucas.

"My bad, I’m just too happy for you.

Friend Lucas getting married feels even better than if it were ! Sister-in-law, that was out of line—I’ll punish myself with three drinks."

He downed one glass, then another, but just as he was about to pour the third, Beauty swiftly stopped him.

With an arched eyebrow, she glanced at him before settling beside Samantha. "Co on, we’re all friends here—no need for formalities.

Call whatever you like; I don’t mind.

But honestly, I’d prefer if you just called Beauty.

That ’sister-in-law’ stuff sounds weird to ."

"I think it suits you just fine."

Lucas lifted his deep-set eyes, giving her a leisurely once-over, his gaze flickering with amusent.

The wineglass in his hand swayed slightly as he swirled it.

Beauty: "..." What kind of man *was* this?

The private room door swung open as Sarah walked in side by side with Ryan.

The mont Sarah spotted Drake, her eyes shimred briefly before shifting to Beauty’s face, offering a faint smile.

A waiter wheeled in a cart of desserts and snacks, arranging them ticulously on the table before bowing out respectfully.

An uneasy silence settled over the room.

No one had expected Sarah to bring him along.