My Sister’s Fiancée

SKY POVA wedding?It doesn’t always mean the happiest day in one’s life. At times, it is nothing but deliverance to an abyss of great despair and misery. And marriage?It's not always about two people united together by the holy matrimony, bound by the heartfelt vows of loving each in this lifetime, maybe the next if the universe allowed. At times, it is just a show, a façade put for the prying, unsettling public. And when the two parties tire from the unending pretense of love and feigned happiness, true colors and intentions suffice, leaving souls to bleed and scars bared to the open.All of these thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on the vanity, with the hairstylist putting on some finishing touches. My face was puffy from crying, and the lump in my throat was enough to tell me that I wasn’t done shedding tears. For a bride in despair, I looked rather exquisite in white. The gown hugged all of my figure like a glove, and one would mistake my look for unmatched happiness.It wa

WOLF POV “You do know that you don’t have to do this, right? You can acquire Campbell Atlantic using other means.” Cassie or I should say, my dear mother whom I loved dearly, said the same words for the umpteenth time since we flew to Georgia. I turned to look at her, ready to give her my piece of mind, but then she walked closer and smoothed my tie for me, knocking all the words from me.“I know. But it has to be done.” I replied softly, then tugged the stand of her hair behind her ear. She gave me a small sad smile before nodding, then cupped my cheek gently. I pulled the chair for her and she sat down. “They should be here now.” My dad, Arthur, announced glancing at his expensive wristwatch, then fixed his own tie and looked forward, with his everlasting hard gaze that would freeze you to the core. One of the things I inherited from him. I pulled my own seat on my mom’s left and then perched myself down. Right in the cue, the door was pushed open, and in came the maître d who ge

SKY POVIf I were to choose, I would rather take part in a diabolic rat massacre than be cramped in here with a lump doing gymnastics in my throat, feeling all of the judgment and hatred cast towards me by literally, everyone.This reception was far worse than what I had hoped for, heck. It was the worst ever. Because all of sudden, it had turned into some sort of business elites banquet of which 98% of them, were once Samantha’s servants. By servants I mean they all worshipped her. So you can just imagine my situation. I hated it, all of this. I didn’t want to be here.“You are the most saddest bride I have ever seen in all my life.” Cassie’s voice said behind me, and I turned to find her there with 2 wine glasses in her hands.“Am I that obvious?” I asked with a cringe, and she returned it with a small smile before handing me the other glass of wine. I accepted it and took a good swig before refocusing my attention on the crowd buzzing in the lobby of the Smith's manor. I spotted my

SKY POVThere comes a point in life where your mind, your heart, and soul just decide:Enough is enough.You don’t know when that happens. It doesn’t warn you. But when it does, you just stop taking all the bullshit thrown at you. I don’t know what snapped inside of me, but I was fuckin’ glad that it did. Because I was tired. I was fed up with being thrown to the wolves my entire life. If that was my fate, being judged and mocked, being accused and hated for all the wrong reasons, then fuck hate, fuck people, and fuck everything else.I was the one in charge of my own fate.Scanning through that contract, I thought it would hurt to find that my parents disregarded me that much. But weirdly, it didn’t. I was used to being overlooked by them and it didn’t matter anymore. I was now my own person, and Campbell was no longer my last name.I was a Smith. And that only was enough because like my last name, everything else was in for the change.Going downstairs after my little encounter with

SKY POV “This place is amazing.”I commented running my hands on the smooth black marble countertop on the kitchen island, then glanced behind me at the giant cupboards that were literally, a floor and a half up from the ground. This house had to be like, a model house. Something put there just for show and for everyone to admire. Nothing else, and definitely not one to live in.It was extravagant. The interior, the décor, the structure itself, because everywhere my eyes landed, all I could see was glass that was blended perfectly into the cemented and painted walls. The railings, the stairs, even some of the pillars, were nothing but pure glass. and it was beautiful. “So, you like it?” Cassie stood opposite me on the other side of the kitchen island, hands clasped on her chest as she anxiously waited for my response. She had to be shitting me. This…“Are you kidding? This is insane. In all honesty, I have never, not even in my wildest dream ever thought of something like th