Ivan couldn't believe what he was seeing. He'd been peeking at the door to look at his bride, but instead saw his bride's twin brother wearing her dress while Aliyah did his makeup. Ivan listened to their conversation and realized Aliyah was leaving the country to avoid marrying him, so her brother had taken her place instead.

Ivan smirked at the realization he wouldn't be marrying Aliyah after all. He'd been forced into this marriage and was initially pissed off, but now saw an opportunity - he could spend more time with the person he actually wanted. He'd never cared about Aliyah; it was her brother who had captured his heart. He'd always been annoyed he was marrying the girl version of his true desire, even if they looked alike.

When the wedding started, Ivan felt unexpected excitement. As the chapel door opened, his eyes widened and he smiled. He knew immediately it was his desired partner - he noticed the mole on their collarbone that Aliyah didn't have. Thoughts of their honeymoon made him even more eager.

After they exchanged vows, Ivan quickly cupped his new spouse's cheeks and kissed him. One hand moved down to their lower back and waist, holding him close. The cheering guests faded into the background as he continued to hold on tightly.

That night, Ivan wasted no time. He effortlessly picked his new spouse up, kissing him deeply while gripping his ass as he carried him to the bedroom. Gently setting them down, he smirked. "Oh the things I would do to you right now," he said, removing his blazer while looking at them with hungry eyes.

Just as Ivan leaned down, pinning them to the bed and preparing to kiss again, he froze when they tried to pull away, yelling that he was a man. He burst out laughing, then gently moved his hand to their hips and waist. "I know you're not her, Моя любовь. I'm just glad that you're all mine now," he said, gently rubbing his thumb while gripping their waist.