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Zara's POV

I jumped out of the moving taxi, the moment it was in front of the guest house.

I fell to the ground as a result, sustaining some bruises. I didn't care about my health, as I stood up from the ground, and ran into the guesthouse.

By the time I got there, Hailey was already waiting patiently for me. She had tears running down her eyes.

"Zara, they…" she pointed in a particular direction, without saying anything meaningful.

I didn't even bother to ask her what happened, as I followed her lead into a room.

My breathing was so heavy because I had been running all through.

"Are you okay?" She asked me, as she led me into the room.

It was weird that her tone had suddenly changed. Initially, she seemed to be distressed, but now she was calm all of a sudden.

"Yes, you called me here because you were in trouble. What the heck is going on Hailey!" I yelled still trying to catch my breath, and I choked on my saliva.

"Here have some juice" She offered me a glass of juice, on the side stool.

I gulped the whole glass down, without even asking any questions.

"Hailey, are you really in trouble?" I asked her.

"No, but you are" She lifted an eyebrow, and pushed me to the bed.

She ran out of the room and locked me inside.

"Hailey, open this door" I banged harshly on the door.

"Don't worry, the door will be open" I could hear her laugh from outside.

I dug my hands into my hair, scratching it roughly. I don't know how I could be so stupid to run to this place, immediately she called me.

Hailey had never liked me, and I am sure this was one of her evil plans, to make sure I won't be present at my wedding tomorrow.

I smacked my palm on my forehead, as I continued to shake the handle of the door checking if it would open, but all my efforts were useless.

I began to feel dizzy, and I fell on the bed as a result. I looked at the glass I drank from. I could see some particles of powder, just at the bottom of it.

She must have mixed something in my drink. I was practically fighting to stay awake.

I heard the door open, and I looked in the direction to see who it was.

"Hailey" I whispered to get a response.

But, no one responded. And when I struggled to look closely, I could see a masculine figure approach me.

I couldn't see his face properly, but I thought that it was a man.

He came close to me on the bed.

"Don't come close to me" I kicked my legs in the air trying to fight back.

But, he spread my legs wide apart and pinned my hands to the bed.

I felt his hot breath on my neck before he ran his hands on me.

"Please, let me go" I began to cry my eyes out.

The bed was shaking, and so were my legs. Yet, my whole body felt numb.

I lay there like a log of wood, unable to move.

I shut my eyes tightly, while I let him use me as he pleased. I was too weak to even fight back, even if I wanted to.

It felt like it was going on forever, and when he came to a stop.

I felt some kind of relief because it was over. My body began to give up, and I let darkness consume me entirely.

I woke up the next morning, with my legs feeling heavy. I could barely even get up from the bed.

I looked underneath the sheet, to discover that I was soaked in my blood.

It hurt me, more than anything in this world. How could Hailey do this to me?

How could I be so foolish to fall into her trap like that? I curled myself up in the bed and cried my eyes out.

My eyes suddenly popped open, when I remembered that it was my wedding day.

F*ck! How could I have forgotten about it? And this just had to happen the night before my wedding. This is so unfair.

I quickly got out of bed, with all the pain I was feeling, and made my way back home.

"Where have you been?" My stepmom asked me, and I froze in one position.

"Answer me! Are you daft?" She scolded me.

This wasn't the first time she was mad at me. Most times, she would get furious for the littlest things.

Ever since my dad married her, he too had become a different person.

She held a cane in her hand and lashed me on my back with it when I had been silent for too long.

"I'm sorry" I cried out, and she pushed me into the house, to get ready for my wedding.

I had no make-up artists and no wedding planner. I just had to make do with whatever I could find.

This wasn't because my father was poor, but because my stepmom didn't let him spend much on my wedding.

But, I didn't mind. I was getting married to the man I love the most, and he will accept me no matter what.

"You came back quickly?" Hailey barged into my room, just when I was almost done with my makeup.

"You are evil!" I raised my voice at her, raising my wedding gown.

"And you are just figuring that out?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"You shouldn't have done this to me" A tear escaped from my eyes.

"Shh! Don't cry yet. Save your tears for your wedding, because I am going to do something so huge. That your wedding will not even take place" she laughed.

"What do you plan to do?" I asked her, and she scoffed.

"If I tell you now, then my surprise will be ruined. Just wait and watch" she said her words so slowly, that it scared me.