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Elowen:

I knocked on my fiancé’s door and opened it without his permission. He stood in the center of the room, bare chested, with a towel wrapped around his waist, making my face flush instantly. I had never seen him naked, and with our wedding only a few hours away, I let the lust in my virgin heart take over.

“Lou,” he called out, his eyes widening, and a smile spread across my lips.

I shut the door and walked over to him, kissing his chin and pressing myself against his bare body.

For someone who cursed my father for handing me over to the Guerras as a debt repayment, I had grown to adore my fiance, Adjo, because he was the nicest person after my father. Too bad my father died before this day.

“What are you doing here? You need to leave!” He said coldly, pulling me at arm’s length to reveal his hardened expression.

He grabbed my hand and hurriedly led me to the door.

“I cannot stop thinking about you, and I am afraid two hours is far too long,” I said as he opened the door.

He cupped my face and kissed my lips briefly, eliciting strong emotions in my stomach.

These feelings vanished as soon as I heard a female voice.

“Babe, the shower’s cold.” She said.

I pushed Adjo away and stormed into the room, only to find a stack naked blonde woman by his bathroom door.

I felt my heart stop for a moment. The nostalgic feeling I had two years ago when my father handed me over to Adjo’s family rushed through my veins, and a sense of betrayal fell over my shoulder.

“Elowen, I can explain...” Adjo tried to hold me, but I slapped his hands away.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at him silently.

I realized that my entire life had been built on a lie, and I had been conditioned to keep myself pure for my husband, but just a few hours before my dreamy beach wedding at the Guerra estate, my husband is cheating.

“Stop being a pussy!” the lady yelled

“Adjo has been mine, and I am returning to claim what is mine. He needs a real woman who will give him what he desires, not your virgin ass.” The lady said, and I charged at her with a slap.

She tried coming after me, but Adjo restrained her and we all yelled until the door to Adjo’s room swung open and Laura Guerra, Adjo’s mother, stepped in.

“What on earth is going on here?” She yelled, striking the floor with her walking stick.

“Adjo’s cheating!” I said, rushing to her with tears shimmering in my eyes.

“Put on some clothes, child!” She yelled at the lady. “And you, are not you supposed to be in your chamber preparing for the wedding?” She asked, and my eyes widened.

She grabbed a large fold of my hair and dragged me to my room, pushing me hard into it.

“Who my child chooses to be with is none of your business. He owes you no loyalty because you are only debt repayment. A slave who needs to serve my son.”

Her words stung deep.

“Mother!” I called out in shock, but then she struck me with her stick on my head.

“Do not call me mother, and do not waste my time. The guests have arrived, and the bride needs to come down for the wedding.” She said, then slammed the door in my face, leaving me in tears.

Although I was a naive girl who had spent her entire life reliant on her father, I knew I had to leave this place. Adjo was a lying bastard, and I did not need to be killed to realize it.

As I paced around the room, an idea formed in my head. I got everything I needed, which was basically my hundred dollars and an inhaler. Then I waited patiently. As soon as I heard the maid who was going to dress me in the hallway, I stood by the door, holding a vase.

When she opened the door, I slammed the vase into the back of her head, sending her spiraling to the floor.

“Sorry, Sorry.” I apologized as I shut the door and locked it.

I quickly grabbed her, undressed her, wrapped her in a blanket, and dragged her into the walk-in closet. I dressed in her uniform, which was a flared black gown with a large apron and cap. Then I left the room.

I hurried down the hallway, planning the best escape route while avoiding contact with all the butlers and guards. Finally, I made it downstairs, but then I heard Adjo and his mother approaching and yelling at each other. This prompted me to dash into the garage, where I got into a random car.

“This is all your fault and father’s fault!” Adjo yelled. “I have always loved Louisa. Yes, her womb is dry, but I cannot spend eternity with Elowen, and if you and dad had not been caught up in your selfish act, she would have been a servant, but because she had royal mafia blood, you tied me to her!”

His words hurt my heart, but the mention of me being a royal mafia made me think of my father’s stories. He used to tell me about our family and how he lost everything in a war the year I was born, and he promised to restore my life until he incurred a massive debt.

“Shut up, child!” Mrs. Guerra yelled.

“No, you need to shut up!” Adjo broke a glass. “I am going to get a drink and walk the aisle with Elowen, and I promise you one thing: I will make her life a living hell and ensure that you do not have any grandchildren!”

I heard the garage door open, and Adjo approached the car I was in.

Shit! I cursed.

A phone call distracted him, and while I was thinking about how to escape, I stole the car’s safety dagger and gun, then lay still.

Adjo got into the car, and I waited patiently until he came to a halt at the bar run by his family. When he turned off the ignition, I pointed the gun at his head, eliciting a scream from his mouth as the cold metal grazed his skin.

I was terrified because I did not know how to use a gun, but it was what my broken heart desired. For the bastard to die!

When he looked in the rearview mirror and saw me, his eyes widened.

“Look, Elowen, I am sorry, and what happened was a...”

“Quit lying!” I yelled, attempting to maintain my grip on the gun. “Do not bother checking; this is your gun.” I said, and he swallowed hard.

“What... What do you want? Please lower your gun and I will give you anything,” he said, and I foolishly did, only to be groped by a scarf that pressed my cheek down to the headrest of his seat, while he choked my throat.

He pulled the door open, and in fear that he would grab the gun, I pulled out the dagger and stabbed his hand. He fell outside on the rocky ground and nursed his hand. When I saw the key was still in the steering, I climbed into the driver’s seat.

At that point, the door to the bar opened, and two men rushed towards him. I turned on the ignition and reversed the car as far as I could.

“Don’t you stand there. Shoot her! Kill that bastard!” he yelled.

My heart sank, but I was determined to escape, so I marched the throttle and sped away as the men fired aimlessly at the car. Good thing the Guerra’s drove bullet-proof cars.

“You cannot hide from me, Elowen, and when I find you, I will end you. This is not the last!” Adjo threatened.

His words rang in my ears as I sped down the highway, and I knew I had to get away or die trying.

Not only did I ruin a wedding with prestigious guests from around the world, but I also stabbed the firstborn son of the fifth generation of Guerra, the most notorious mafia cartel in Los Angeles. My life was doomed...