SKY POVNow you know how I ended up marrying my sister’s fiancée.For the next 5 days, I locked horns with my parents and the rest of the world over the idea of marrying Samantha’s fiancée. Not only was it disgustingly humiliating and revolting, but it was also a big insult to my late sister and everything she has worked hard on while she was still around. Although I was inclined to go down trying, I gave up eventually, because I was fighting a losing battle and I was not on the winning side.As soon as my mom opened her mouth, then screamed into my face that I should have been the one to die in that accident, at least Samantha would be around to make this family proud, and then proceeded to stomp off crying, I hung my head between my shoulders and surrendered. The look of pure disappointment on my dad’s face was a nail in the coffin. Of course, the public had their own opinion as well. I tell you, as soon as we left that fancy restaurant, the word of our wedding spread like wildfire
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
WOLF POVEnraged?No. No, I was not. That was not the emotion that swirled inside of me right about now. Shaken? Maybe. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it.For the rest of the night, all I could think of was the pain evident in her eyes after slapping me. She fuckin' slapped me, but she looked as if she had been violated in the worst ways that I could possibly think of. Her eyes glistened with tears and her throat bobbed from the suppressed pain. But I didn’t get it. How could she play the pity card when she knew damn well what she did? Why put all the victim’s acts when she knew right in her heart that her selfishness knew no bounds? She fuckin’ killed Samantha, I knew it, and everybody knew it. Even her own damn parents knew it for goodness sake. So it didn’t make sense. She wanted pity. That's what she wanted.“Get up,” I said overlooking her sleeping figure. Just looking at her made me want to strangle her in her sleep. But not now, she hadn’t signed the damn contract. She proba
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
WOLF POV“How is it being married?”Kennedy’s voice called out from the receiver of my phone. I heaved out a huge sigh before responding, and the fucker went down with a fit of laughter.“Is it that bad?” I am very glad that he found my misery amusing. He deserved the award for being the best friend in the entire world,“Let’s see, from being slapped on your wedding reception, to being told to ‘go fuck yourself where the sun doesn’t shine and to being compared with a giant pimple in the ass, which of course, hurts, all in a span of 12 hours after the wedding, I should rather say, marriage life is fuckin’ great..” Note the sarcasm.But that didn’t stop the dickhead of a friend I have, because he laughed even harder. At some point, I found myself laughing along with him. Just the mere thought of the recent events was screwing with my mind.“She sounds like a breath of fresh air. I can’t wait to meet her.” Yeah right, only Kennedy got to be smug around me, and then actually got away wit
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
WOLF POVSumming up my day and subtracting the distracting pictures I received from my mother, which were now, of course, in my phone's trash can, today was…. AMA-ZING!And it would have ended even better if my father didn’t force me to go to my ‘marital house’ as soon as I clocked off from work. On a very serious note, I was looking forward to our drinks with Kennedy. I had a lot to tell him, a lot to share with him about how proud I was of all I have achieved, and how I was going to work harder to steer this ship to sail in the right direction.But no, he and mom had other plans. And those plans included… you guessed it. Skylar Candy Campbell. I meant Smith. She was a Smith now and she was tied down onto me. Couldn’t life get any weirder? Arriving at my mansion, it felt suffocating. Not because I was going to meet my nemesis of a wife, but because this house only, the very structure and architecture of it, had been reserved for something great, something beautiful and most definite
SKY POVThere was nothing that made me incredibly happy in this life, than putting Kayden in his rightful place. For starters, my sister’s fiancée, or wait; my husband was an arrogant ball sack who thought that the world revolved around him.Secondly, I wanted him to know that I was more than my sister’s shadow, so much more than the world painted me. I was my own person, I had my own life and dreams to chase, and if I was to be stuck in this sham of a marriage, then I was going to make both of us miserable, at least him being more miserable made it all worth it.If we were going down, then we were fuckin’ falling together.Even if it meant denying him food while it was written all over his face that he was hungry. It was cold, I know, but I fuckin’ loved it. The look on his face when I dumped the remains made it all worth it and then patting his shoulder on my way to my bedroom, was a damn lullaby. I slept with a giant smile on my face. They say a path to a man's heart is through his