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Ellie’s P.O.V.
The first whisper didn’t reach me. It brushed past me like wind, disappearing under the soft melody of violins and the scent of flowers decorating the grand hall. But the second whisper lingered. And then the third one… grew teeth. “…did you see that?” “…is that really her?” “…play it again.” My fingers tightened around the bouquet, petals trembling under my grip. “Calm down, Ellie.” I forced myself to breathe. “Weddings are overwhelming. Guests talk. It’s normal.” But this didn’t feel normal. Everything was exactly like I had dreamt about. Yet now, hundreds of eyes watched me with something between pity and disgust. And Jared… wasn’t even looking at me. Standing at the altar in his tailored black suit, he stared at his phone with a cold expression, just like everyone else in the room. I quickened my steps, nearly tripping over the hem of my gown before finally reaching him. “What’s going on?” I whispered. Jared slowly lifted his gaze. And stupidly… my heart still skipped a beat despite the tension. I waited for him to explain, to hold my hand and tell me that I was panicking over nothing. However, he looked at me like a stranger. “I don’t see the point in pretending anymore.” My breath caught as the massive screen behind him flickered to life. A video was played, showing me in a gym. My hair was tied back, sweat clung to my skin as I pushed myself harder on the treadmill. The guests watched silently as that video was cut, and another clip appeared on the screen. In a small room, I sat in the dimly lit corner, my hands trembling as I tore open the bag of fried chicken and burgers. My own voice echoed faintly from the screen. “I will do better tomorrow.” And with that, I started eating desperately, scarfing down the entire meal in seconds. The video zoomed in brutally—my hands, my mouth, the empty wrappers piling beside me. My breath fractured. “No…” The screen went dark, and suddenly the silence inside the ballroom became worse than noise. I could hear my own thundering pulse until sharp voices stirred in the hall. “Jared is right…” “She will never change…” “She trapped him…” I tried to breathe—once, twice—but it wouldn’t come properly. My voice cracked. “No. That video is old!” “Old?” Jared repeated coldly. He finally looked at me fully now, and the disgust in his eyes hit harder than the whispers around us. “You asked me for one month, Ellie.” His voice remained calm. “One month to prove you are serious about changing.” “I am serious,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out in a frantic stream. “I worked hard, Jared. I lost weight. I have been dieting for months…” “Don’t.” That single word sliced through me. “Don’t embarrass yourself further.” The ballroom blurred slightly. I remembered starving myself to doing everything to become his perfect bride. And still… it wasn’t enough? “You promised you would support me,” I whispered meekly. For one brief second, something flickered across Jared’s face. “I promised to marry someone who respected herself.” His scornful glare swept over me slowly. “Every time I look at you, Ellie, I wonder when you will stop lying to yourself.” Three years! Three years of trying to be the woman Jared wanted. And he still looked at me with disgust! He stepped away from me, standing in the middle of the altar. The movement stirred confusion through the guests as soft music suddenly filled the hall once again. Every head turned as the footsteps echoed near the entrance. And there she was… Alice! My stepsister walked into the ballroom wearing a white silk gown, her makeup flawless. My breath left me. The bouquet slipped from my hands and hit the marble floor with a dull sound. “No!” I whispered shakily. “No… this can’t be…” But Alice only smiled softly as she approached the stage. “I begged Jared not to do this publicly.” She lowered her gaze with practiced modesty. “But he said honesty was kinder than a fake marriage.” Fake! The word echoed inside my skull like mockery. Without hesitation, Jared reached for Alice’s hand, guiding her gently. The guests straightened in their seats. The priest looked around awkwardly before restarting the ceremony like this was normal. Like replacing brides at the altar happened every other day. And just like that… I was no longer the bride, but a spectacle. The fat girl who got dumped on her wedding day… ... I didn’t remember leaving the venue. At some point, the music disappeared behind me. I had imagined leaving my wedding countless times before. Jared holding my hand, cameras flashing continuously as the entire city congratulated us. Not walking home alone while strangers laugh at my condition. By the time I reached home, my feet were blistered and bleeding. I went to my room, and my packed suitcases still stood beside the wall, waiting for the honeymoon Jared and I were supposed to leave for tonight. My chest tightened painfully. I stared at them for several seconds before finally sitting on the edge of the bed. The silence lasted less than ten seconds as my phone exploded with notifications. The very first one caught my attention. “AliceCare posted a new video.” I clicked the link and froze, my eyes widening to watch the modified version of my humiliating video. The video cut between my binge eating and Alice smiling elegantly in her wedding dress. The caption read: “Real change begins with honesty. Discipline matters. #FitnessTruth #DisciplineWins” My stomach twisted violently as the comments flooded beneath it. “Jared really dodged a bullet.” “Alice is so classy and disciplined.” “Imagine marrying THAT.” Thousands of strangers judged me like they knew my entire life from a thirty-second clip. I stopped reading, but my thumb kept scrolling anyway, like pain had become addictive. Deep in my thoughts, I almost jumped as the door slammed open suddenly. “Unbelievable!” My father and stepmother walked inside, wearing expressions colder than ice. My dad spoke flatly. “You humiliated this family today, Ellie.” I shot up, trying to explain shakily. “No… Please listen to me, Dad. The video was edited…” “Edited?” My stepmother scoffed. “Did someone force-feed you?” “I have been trying,” I spoke desperately. “I have really been trying…” “Enough!” Dad snapped, his harsh tone silencing the entire room. “I warned you, Ellie. I told you what will happen if you embarrass this family. Tears burned my eyes. “I didn’t mean to…” He shot back at me. “It doesn’t matter what you meant, Ellie.” Every word hit like another door closing in my face. My phone kept buzzing in my hand, a cruel reminder of everything that happened in the last two hours. My dad stepped closer, his gaze merciless. “Take your stuff and leave.” He spoke coldly. “There’s no place for you in Hunt Villa anymore.”Thanks for choosing my book. Please read the free chapters and support Ellie. Happy reading :)
Ellie's P.O.V.“The mall?” I asked in confusion. “Why are we going to the mall?”Zack raised an eyebrow as if I'd asked why people breathed.“Dresses are made of fabric. And fabric doesn't grow inside an enclosed room, Ellie.”Goah. Why couldn't this man answer a question like a normal human being?“Fine.” I climbed toward the car and reached for the rear door. Zack’s voice made me pause.“Sit in the front.” He had already walked around to the driver's side. “I'm not your driver.”I looked at him in disbelief.“You're driving?”He frowned.“Why? You think I lack basic life skills?”“No.” I hurried around the car and climbed into the passenger seat. “It's just that you have a driver.”I searched for the correct words. “And people like you don't usually drive themselves. Like you didn’t…”The rest of the words died down in my head as Zack suddenly leaned across the center console, the scent of his expensive cologne cutting through stale car air.My heart skipped a beat.“W-What are you
Ellie's P.O.V. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was actually looking forward to the next three days. Just me, my sketchbook, and two dresses that could change everything. However, that dream lasted exactly three minutes. The servants barged into my room with a small office table along with a chair and files, arranging another setup in the empty corner. A moment later, Zack walked in without even asking permission. He placed his coffee mug on the newly arranged desk before taking a seat as though he owned the room. “Morning.” What? I looked between him and the office that had magically appeared inside my bedroom. “What exactly is going on?” He sat down and answered casually. “Temporary branch office.” I frowned. “You moved your office into my bedroom?” Zack opened his laptop. “Yes. This project has the highest priority.” I protested. “But this is my room.” “And this is my house. So get to work.” Well, that was true! Groaning inwardly, I sat down at my s
Ellie's P.O.V.“Are you alright?”The moment Zack doubled over coughing, I rushed to the sideboard. My fingers wrapped around the nearest glass of water before I hurried back.“Here. Drink this.”He accepted the glass without looking at me.After taking several slow sips, his coughing gradually subsided. He exhaled before placing the half-empty glass on the desk.Then he looked at me.“You were saying?”I straightened my shoulders. If Zack believed me, that was great. If he didn't, at least I had finally told the truth.“I worked for Walton Lux for two years,” I repeated, louder this time. “As I know their standards, I can design dresses that match them.”Then I braced myself for laughter or being dismissed for lying. I didn’t have any employment proof, so if he didn’t believe me, it would be only fair.However, Zack didn’t say anything immediately.He placed the glass down and strode toward me in three long steps. Before I could react, his hands landed firmly on my shoulders.His amb
Ellie's P.O.V.I stood frozen where I was while Zack glared at me from across the room. His chest rose and fell with restrained anger.“Why can't you just listen?”His voice raised an octave."I sent you to one damn board meeting, and you turned it into a battlefield."He threw the file on the table again.“Why? Who asked you to play the hero there?”My heart hammered like a frantic drum. I'd never seen this side of Zack before. He had teased me, mocked me, and even uttered cruel words. But he never raised his voice on me.My voice quivered.“I thought…”The words barely left my mouth before he cut me off.“You thought what?”He stepped around the desk, his polished shoes echoing against the wooden floor as he walked toward me.“That humiliating your ex in front of the board would solve everything? Or that one dramatic speech would magically fix years of problems?”His laugh was cold.“This isn't some high school argument, Ellie. This is business.”Zack’s words stung more than I wante
Ellie's P.O.V.My question hung in the conference room like a thunderclap.I folded my hands neatly on the polished conference table, keeping my face calm despite the satisfaction blooming inside me.‘Go on, Jared. Show them the designs I never gave you.’Jared's confident smile faltered for the briefest second before he recovered.“My previous collections have been among Walton Lux's best-selling lines. My work speaks for itself.”His work?A familiar bitterness settled in my chest.For two years, those collections had begun in my sketchbook. I had celebrated their success beside him, believing we were building our future together.Now he stood there claiming those achievements as his alone?Not anymore!I smiled professionally. “That is true, Mr. Jared. But business doesn't operate on promises. We operate on facts.”I looked around the long conference table.“Gentlemen, every one of you has invested your trust, your reputation, and your money into Walton Lux. Yet none of us knows wh
Ellie's P.O.V.“Is there someone at Walton Lux you're trying to avoid, Ellie? A person from your past with bad intentions?”Even after leaving White Mansion, Zack’s question refused to leave my mind.As the driver steered the car through the afternoon traffic, I stared out the window without really seeing anything.Jared… Could he really become one of those people?After spending an entire morning reading horrifying reports about obsessed ex-fiancés, stalkers, acid attacks, and murderers, my imagination had become far too active.For one ridiculous second, I actually pictured Jared hiding behind a tree with a knife.I snorted.“No.”I shook my head immediately.Jared wasn't a psychopath. If anything, he had made one thing painfully clear. He didn't give a damn about me anymore.He had Alice now. His only concern was making sure I never asked for what belonged to me again.I sighed and glanced down at myself.Instead of the simple blouse I'd worn that morning, I was now dressed in the
Ellie’s P.O.V. Exhaling sharply, I turned. Zack stood a few steps away, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding his phone. There wasn’t a speck of concern on his face. His keen gaze moved over my face, scanning me, as he added casually. “I came to visit Dad. Didn’t realize I had wa
Ellie’s P.O.V. I didn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zack's amber eyes and heard his mocking voice. I turned on my side, pressing my face into the pillow, forcing myself to think about someone else. My husband! Zackary... and then his son, Zack. A chill ran down my
Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a blac
Ellie’s P.O.V. “Leave? No!” I blurted out before I could organize my thoughts. “Dad, please. Grandma is dead. I don’t have anywhere to go…” But my dad didn’t even let me finish. “You should have thought about it before, Ellie.” His face darkened with fury. “Do you have any idea what you have







