Dion was sprawled on his bed after a night of clubbing, blissfully unaware that no one at home knew where he was.

"Baby bear, I mean Dion! Get up, you idiot! Don't you want to go to your wedding?" Antonios's voice sliced through the haze of Dion's hangover. The nickname "Baby-bear" was a relic from his childhood, and Antonios sometimes let it slip, much to Dion's annoyance.

"Bro-dad, leave me alone," Dion mumbled, twisting and turning in bed, still half-asleep. He smelled like he'd dived a barrel of whiskey.

"What the hell is that smell, Baby—Dion? Is that whiskey?" Antonios asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Who's shouting, darling?" Suddenly, the bed sheet next to Dion slipped down, revealing a girl who blinked sleepily up at Antonios before quickly covering herself.

"Dion, who the hell is this? What the fuck are you doing?" Antonios's voice rose, a mix of anger and confusion.

"Who? What?" Dion squinted around, finally noticing the girl. "Who are you? What are you doing in my bed?" he asked, still dazed.

"You brought me here last night. Can't you remember?" the girl replied, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, and why are you still here?" Dion shot back, his irritation growing.

"Hey, listen, girl. I don't know who the hell you are, but I'll give you some money if you just leave," Antonios said, his nerves fraying as he struggled to process the chaos.

"Money? You think I'm a prostitute?" the girl retorted, crossing her arms in indignation.

"I don't care who you are! If you don't leave right now, I'll call the cops for trespassing!" Antonios declared, his patience worn thin.

"But he took me here," the girl insists, her voice rising a notch.

"Guess what? This is not his house; this is my house, and I can kick you out anytime I want," Antonios lies smoothly. He's a master of deception, and today is no exception.

"Fine! If you leave the room, I can get dressed and leave," the girl responds, crossing her arms. "And I wouldn't mind that money you mentioned."

"Alright. I'll give you $1,000 if you leave the house in ten seconds," Antonios declares, his confidence soaring.

"Deal!" the girl replies, and Antonios dashes out of the room. He races to grab $1,000 from his stash and rushes back. Miraculously, the girl manages to get dressed in record time, and Antonios doesn't even bother to question her speed. He's just relieved to sneak her out without being seen.

Or so he thinks.

"Mom! Mom! You won't believe this! I think Antonios is having an affair!" Ginna exclaims, bursting into her mom's room.

"What? How do you know?" Katerina asks, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. She lives for gossip, especially juicy bits like this!

"I saw him sneaking a girl out from the back door. She's young enough to be his daughter!" Ginna spills, her tone dramatic.

Katerina beams with delight. "Oh, so he takes after his father!" she chuckles, unable to contain her amusement.

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Finally, the whole family gathers in the wedding hall of a luxury hotel. Katerina scans Grace's side, trying to find any family members, but it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Everyone there is around Grace's age—no relatives, just some friends with youthful faces.

"No family members? Not even one?" Katerina whispers to Ginna and Harrison, her eyebrows arching dramatically.

"Maybe they don't approve of the marriage," Harrison suggests with a sly grin.

"Or maybe they don't even know she's getting married!" Katerina exclaims, laughter bubbling up. Suddenly, she realizes how ridiculous that sounds and bursts into giggles. "I mean, wouldn't that be a plot twist? The bride shows up, and the family's like, 'Surprise!'"

Just then, Kostas rolls into the hall in his wheelchair, with Karen beside him. His face morphs into a mixture of shock and confusion at the sight before him. His bright red suit makes him look like a walking tomato.

"Antonios? What's going on? Is this how you're throwing Dion's wedding?" Kostas asks, his voice steady but laced with concern.

"Dad, we have no time!" Antonios shoots back, looking as if he might spontaneously combust from stress.

"Time? If you need more time, why didn't you plan for next month?" Kostas inquires, raising an eyebrow, trying to remain calm.

"Because Dion wants to get married sooner!" Antonios exclaims, flailing his arms as if that will somehow make it all better.

"Then why don't you hire someone to speed this up? Why are there no family members on the girl's side?" Kostas continues, concern etched on his face. "And where is the DJ? How am I supposed to dance at Dion's wedding without music?"

"Dad, you can't dance; you're in a wheelchair!" Antonios retorts. Kostas coughs just then, the sound echoing like a dying goat.

"You are right. I'm sick. But I wanted Dion to have a big wedding. Oh, why do you treat my little surprise like this?" Kostas's eyes fill with sad tears. "You don't care about him. None of you care about him. My little cupcake."

"Dad, we all care about him. We're the ones who raised him. Can't you remember that? Don't accuse us of doing nothing for Dion. Dion wanted a small wedding, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because the girl's mom is dying, and she wants a small wedding or something like that. Anyway, the girl really loves Dion. I promise you. I talked with her mom too," Antonios started to lie effortlessly. Now he was a pro at lying.

Kostas said nothing. He was upset but realized that he couldn't do anything now.

Throughout this whole conversation, Katerina's ears are tuned into Kostas and Antonios arguing, like a dog waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on a dropped piece of food.

Now it's time to start the ceremony. Dion gets dressed on time and is now staring ahead, waiting for the bride. Everyone is waiting for the bride. Then the bride appears with her fake uncle. Everyone gasps, and Dion turns his head to see what's going on.

Grace is wearing a white dress—if you could even call it that. A bold statement of sheer defiance, it's the kind of gown designed to make jaws drop and eyes pop. The plunging neckline dips lower than her patience for Dion's indifferent attitude, dangerously close to scandalous. Delicate lace barely covers what needs to be covered, teasing more than concealing. The thigh-high slit seems determined to outdo the neckline, leaving little to the imagination as it slices her dress open, exposing one leg entirely, as if daring Dion to actually notice her for once.

The bodice clings tightly, accentuating every curve, with gossamer-thin fabric flowing around her like a sexy cloud. The shimmering details along the shoulders and waist almost look innocent—until you take in the rest of the barely-there fabric.

After Dion's careless remark about not caring if she shows up naked, Grace is determined to make him regret it. And if he still doesn't care after seeing her in this dress... well, that's his problem.

Dion's mouth dropped open in disbelief, and he quickly adjusted his pants before anyone could catch a glimpse of his, well, "you know what." Grace sauntered over, flanked by her faux uncle, who was paid to put on a show—tears and all! Honestly, he was doing a better job than Grace herself, who was wrestling with a wave of regret for her choice of a half-naked dress.

Talk about a morning mishap! In her defense, Grace had been so furious when she bought the dress that she hardly thought about the consequences. But Jade, bless her heart, thought it was absolutely fabulous. And here they were—no time to change! So, Grace had to strut her stuff in the outfit she'd picked.

As she stood beside Dion, he leaned in and whispered, "What on earth are you wearing?"

"Well, you said you wouldn't mind if I showed up naked. So, I went for half-naked!" Grace shot back, her annoyance flaring again at his reaction. Dion's eyes were still glued to her, making it hard for him to focus on anything else.

The registrar cleared his throat, and Dion finally tore his gaze away from Grace.

Finally, the ceremony wrapped up, and Dion and Grace faced each other like they were in a surreal dream. The registrar's voice rang out, "You may kiss the bride!" That was the moment Dion had been waiting for. He slowly lifted Grace's veil, and her innocent look didn't quite match her scandalous dress. He had to hand it to her—she knew how to push his buttons. But why was she trying to get under his skin? This was all pretend! They weren't in love, and this was just an act.

Dion leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Grace closed her eyes, feeling his warm kiss melt into something more passionate, and before they knew it, they were deep into a French kiss.

The onlookers in the hall held their breath, staring wide-eyed at the unfolding drama. As the kiss deepened, you could practically hear the nervous gasps, but thankfully, no little ones were around to witness it. The old registrar shot worried glances at the family members, probably wondering if he should fetch a room for the newlyweds!

Just then, Nikolas sidled up to Dion, who was still lost in the moment. "Okay, Romeo, that's enough for now," he whispered, and Dion snapped back to reality, like he'd woken up from the best dream of his life. Oh right—fake wedding!

"They really like each other," Kostas chuckles, his eyes gleaming as he observes Dion and Grace. Suddenly, his laughter crescendos, filling the room, and then he breaks into a fit of coughs.

"Dad!" Dion rushes toward Kostas, fear gripping him as he takes in the scene. The others stare in wide-eyed disbelief while Karen tries to soothe Kostas. Just as quickly, he stops coughing, his head lolling to the side as if he has fainted.

"Oh my gosh, is he dead?" Katarina gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Dad, are you okay?" Dion kneels beside Kostas, shaking him gently. "Is he okay, Karen? Is he okay?" Panic sharpens his voice.

"Ha ha ha! Now I'm free!" Kostas exclaims, springing to his feet and throwing his arms wide, sending everyone into a frenzy as if a ghost had risen from the grave. There's no trace of sickness in sight.

"I knew it!" Karen mutters under her breath, recalling her suspicions from the first day at the mansion.

"Dad, you scared me to death!" Dion stands, wide-eyed and bewildered, taking a cautious step back.

"Dad, what's going on?" Antonios asks, his shock evident.

"Oh, I got healed the moment Dion got married. Thank you, Lord!" Kostas announces, and a wave of dread washes over Grace and Dion. So, Kostas isn't sick after all. How on earth are they going to get a divorce now? How long must they keep up this charade?

"By the way, Grace, did Dion pick out that dress for you? It's a bit much, don't you think?" Kostas remarks, and Grace's face turns as red as a tomato. This isn't her style! She didn't know what had come over her the day she chose her wedding dress.

Meanwhile, Jade was seething with anger at Grace. She couldn't believe that Grace had lied to her. Dion was none other than Dion Dimitriadis! Why hadn't Grace mentioned that? It all made sense now—every time Jade tried to ask for his name, Grace had somehow managed to dodge the question. When Grace finally said Dion's name, Jade never imagined it would be Dion Dimitriadis.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Grace realized what was happening with Jade. A wave of guilt washed over her, and she looked down, feeling the weight of her deception. Now, she knew she had to apologize to Jade. But at the same time, it dawned on her that both she and Dion were caught in a trap of their own making.