Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 212: A match made in Heaven

Was this little bitch deliberately sabotaging the dress?

Sandra stared at Camilla, her head buzzing with rage.

She could barely restrain the urge to rush forward and tear this wretched woman apart right then and there.

"Sandra"

Tyler called out, stepping closer, afraid she might lose her composure and ruin the engagement party.

"Sister-in-law, how is Grandfather doing?"

His question drew the attention of nearby guests.

Camilla appeared naive, yet her words were impeccably measured—revealing nothing useful no matter how they probed.

Her beautiful eyes, brimming with unspoken meaning, lingered on Tyler as she curved her lips into a faint smile.

"He’s doing just fine." But beneath those clear, striking eyes lay an icy chill.

*Your reckoning with Grandfather will come soon enough.*

"That’s good to hear," Tyler felt that unsettling sensation creeping up on him again under Camilla’s gaze.

But when he looked closer, he couldn’t quite decipher anything in her expression.

The momentary distraction caused by Tyler made Sandra aware of the surrounding stares—and the silent warning in grandpa Porter’s eyes.

Gradually, her expression cooled, regaining its composure.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Camilla raised her glass of red wine, her voice soft yet carrying an unmistakable edge as she addressed the two.

"On behalf of Sinclair and the Luther Family, I wish you both a lifetime of unwavering love and devotion—no matter what happens."

Her words were deliberate, each syllable laced with quiet authority.

A lifetime of unwavering love and devotion.

The irony was unmistakable.

Sandra had been caught in that compromising situation with those men—all orchestrated by Camilla herself.

These so-called blessings were nothing more than a reminder for Tyler to wear his cuckold horns with pride.

Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly, his face stiffening. Of course, he wasn’t the only one feeling the sting.

*On behalf of Sinclair?*

*On behalf of the Luther Family?

* Is this damn little bitch trying to provoke her? Mocking her?!

Sandra’s face darkened again at Camilla’s words, the barely suppressed fury surging back like a storm.

The crowd noticed the exchange between the two women, their expressions varying—some shocked, some understanding, and of course, some openly sneering.

It was the first time they’d seen a bride look so utterly livid after receiving wedding blessings.

Knowing Sandra’s temper all too well, Tyler forced a stiff smile and took the lead to respond.

"Thank you."

Camilla didn’t reply.

After taking a delicate sip of her red wine, she stepped past them without a second glance.

"Camilla," Sandra hissed through clenched teeth as they brushed shoulders, her voice low enough for only the two of them to hear.

"Don’t get too cocky.

Your smugness won’t last."

Or more accurately—you won’t even live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.

Every syllable dripped with venomous hatred.

"Oh?"

Camilla didn’t pause, her crimson lips curling into a faint, mocking smile as she walked away.

"Too bad you won’t live to see that day."

Sandra frowned, about to retort when Tyler suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping her mid-motion.

"Let go—you—"

"Don’t make a scene," Tyler murmured in her ear, his voice low but firm.

"Grandfather and the elders are here."

At those words, Sandra immediately schooled her expression and turned toward the entrance.

Sure enough. Grandpa Porter entered slowly, leaning on his cane.

A gentle smile graced his face, but his sharp eyes and the commanding aura around him still sent a ripple of unease through the room.

This was the natural authority of someone who had long held power.

Beside him, Jonathan stood tall in his tailored black suit, exuding an air of refined elegance.

His wife,

Margaret, looked equally striking—her makeup flawless, her wine-red qipao accentuating her graceful figure.

Objectively speaking, the couple’s poise and looks were exceptional for their age.

Yet at this moment, no one was paying attention to their appearance.

Why should I mind sounding harsh?

"What’s going on with the Luther Family?"

"Did they have a disagreement and come to blows?"

"Unlikely.

Everyone knows Margaret has a way with men—otherwise, that scandal with the Luther

Family years ago wouldn’t have happened."

"Always so polished and glamorous, yet showing up like this at their son’s engagement party.

Who knows what the Porter family must be thinking..."

Jonathan’s forehead bore a bruise, while Margaret’s arm was wrapped in gauze.

In stark contrast, Mr. Porter and his wife walked in arm-in-arm, appearing perfectly composed.

But thanks to yesterday’s illegitimate child scandal, the crowd couldn’t help but eye them with thinly veiled amusement.

Fortunately, out of respect for Grandpa Porter’s presence, no one dared to comment aloud.

"Congratulations!"

"A match made in heaven!"

The guests swarmed around grandpa Porter, offering their well-wishes with practiced flattery.

"Hahaha, thank you all," grandpa replied with a slow nod, his smile warm and gracious.

The banquet quickly settled into an atmosphere of conviviality, with hosts and guests alike basking in the festivities.

"What on earth is the meaning of this?"

Sandra shot an irritated glance at Tyler beside her, her voice a low, venomous whisper.

"Ruining a perfectly good celebration with this spectacle—are they trying to jinx me?"

"Sandra" Tyler’s voice was deep, a quiet warning.

"My parents are your elders too. Mind your words."

"If they don’t care about making a scene, why should I care about being polite?"

With that, Sandra lifted her wine glass and strode toward grandpa Porter.

"Grandfather."

Tyler’s eyes narrowed slightly before he followed.

"Grandpa Porter—"

His gaze flickered toward Jonathan and Margaret, lingering on their tense expressions, a trace of displeasure barely concealed.

"Why so formal?

Still calling me ’grandpa Porter?"

Grandpa Porter arched an eyebrow at Tyler, his face breaking into a kindly smile.

Not a hint remained of his earlier disdain.

Tyler froze for a brief moment.

"Silly boy," Margaret reminded him with a gentle smile.

"Aren’t you going to greet Grandpa?"

Sandra wore a carefully crafted expression of tender warmth, though a closer look would reveal the icy detachment in her eyes.

The elder couples—the Luther’s and the Porter’s—observed the pair with indulgent smiles befitting their senior status.

Meeting Sandra’s gaze, Tyler softened his voice with practice ease.

"Grandpa."

"That’s my good boy," grandpa Porter said, giving Tyler an approving pat before continuing inside.

Meanwhile—

"Fanny?"

The moment Camilla spotted her friend, her polite social smile transformed into genuine radiance.

"What are you doing here?"

All traces of her usual aloofness melted away in an instant.

"What’s the matter?"

Tiffany stepped away from Calvin and walked over to Camilla, giving her a playful wink with a bright smile.

"Aren’t you happy to see me?"

Calvin watched as Tiffany visibly perked up in Camilla’s presence, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.

So, in this woman’s eyes, his charm paled in comparison to another.

"Happy?"

Camilla glanced at Calvin, her smile deepening.

"I’m absolutely thrilled."

"As long as our precious Camilla is happy," Tiffany looped her arm through Camilla’s and sighed dramatically.

"Then all this fuss was worth it."

The gown was stunning, no doubt, but it was also a nightmare—so restrictive she couldn’t even sit properly.

"You’ve really gone through the wringer for me, Fanny," Camilla murmured with a smirk.

"But trust me, tonight’s going to be worth your while.

There’s quite a show in the store."

"Good show?"

Tiffany’s bright eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"I love shows more than anything!"

They say every ice queen has her sunshine girl by her side.

And Camilla’s was clearly Tiffany.

Standing together, the two of them gave off an inexplicable chemistry—like a perfect pair.