Agony of a heartbroken angel

Theodore’s P.O.V.

“YOU GOLD-DIGGING BITCH!!! YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO PLAY WITH ME??”

A thunderous growl echoed which was enough to shake the entire Angel Tomb, the sanctum where my fate got sealed a few minutes before.

That voice had a blend of anger, and frustration but most importantly pain,

Hurt.

Sadness.

Grief.

It belonged to none other than me, Lord Ernest’s eldest son and the King of the Theo dynasty, for whom love and happiness were only a pipe dream.

The hall which was cheering for their new Queen was now still as dead. The only sound that could be heard was my heavy breathing and her heart-wrenching sobs.

Diana was finally mine. After exchanging the rings when the priest tied our souls with the sacred bond and completed the ceremony, I wasted no time catching a glimpse of my beautiful wife’s face. I gently removed her veil but the moment my eyes landed on her face; I froze.

Thirty minutes before

Being a prince and that too being the apparent heir of a dynasty that had a huge