Candice's POVI was lying in the hospital bed, one hand gently on my stomach, the other holding the TV remote. The screen in front of me showed the wedding live. Or, I suppose I should say the "planned" wedding, since Dorian had made it clear it was all part of a bigger picture. Even knowing that, my chest felt a little tight.The TV showed Dorian standing next to Alora. He was carefully adjusting her white dress and helping her sit comfortably in her wheelchair. He leaned in close, whispering something that made her giggle softly. Then he smiled—that smile, the one that always made my heart flutter.My lips pressed together. "Really?" I mumbled under my breath, pressing the volume button. It wasn't going to change the fact that I was watching this fairytale.There he was again, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, laughing with her as if they were truly deeply in love. Oh, goodness. I rolled my eyes so much as I took a deep breath. "If I could just wish for something,"
Dorian’s POVHer face had gone pale, her breathing quickened, and now… she was acting as if the man posed some kind of serious threat to our wedding. I turned to her slowly, a gentle frown on my face. “Alora,” I said softly, “why are you so against the camera guy being inside? What’s wrong? Do you know him from somewhere?” I watched her carefully, wondering if she'd confess.She blinked rapidly, clearly searching for an answer. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and I noticed a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead despite the cool air. She shook her head quickly.“No, I don’t,” she said, her voice a little too quick. “I just… I felt a bit nervous. He looked… unsettling.”“I was worried he might be one of those people from a gossip blog—you know, those unauthorized media folks who try to slip into weddings just to get sensational photos.”You understand how they operate, right?” She looked up at me, trying to sound convincing.“They twist stories, invent falsehoods. I just didn’t want
Dorian’s POVI had sent out invitations to almost every major media outlet in the city. Reporters. Paparazzi. Entertainment bloggers. Even a few wedding magazines. I wanted this moment to be everywhere. It had to be seen. Watched. Recorded.I wanted the world to witness what was coming.Not long after I sent out the invites, the phone calls started rolling in.The first came from Alora’s mother. Her voice was high with excitement. “Dorian, dear, thank you so much for doing this. This means the world to us. Alora has been dreaming about this day since she was a little girl.”I kept my tone soft. “Of course. I just want her to be happy.”Another call came from my stepmother. She sounded even more emotional. “Dorian, you have no idea how proud I am of you. You’re finally making the right choice. This wedding… this moment… you’ve made the entire family proud.”I gave her a short chuckle. “I’m just doing what’s expected of me.”If only they knew.—I was seated inside my black car, parked
Dorian’s POVIt had been several days.I sat in the same position I always did, eyes fixed on my phone screen, where the live feed of Alora’s hospital ward played silently. She was always alone, pretending to be weak, pretending to be innocent.But that was the problem.She wasn’t doing anything. No sudden movements, no strange phone calls, no whispers, no weird visitors—nothing. Just lying there like a patient waiting for healing.I raked a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. “Why the hell isn’t she slipping up?” I muttered under my breath. “Damn it.”“Can’t you for once do something that would serve as solid proof to me??” I leaned back and shook my head, talking to myself like a madman. “If this is all she’s going to do every damn day, what proof am I supposed to take to court? Just my word? That’s not going to cut it…”I facepalmed and let out a tired breath.“I’ve had enough of this,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and picking up my phone again.I opened the survei
Candice’s POVI was lying still on the hospital bed, facing the wall, pretending to be asleep.My heart was tired. My body was aching.Then, I heard the door open quietly.I didn’t have to look.I already knew who it was.That scent—clean, musky, familiar—wrapped around the room. I hated how easily my body still recognized him.He walked in slowly, his footsteps careful like he didn’t want to disturb me. I heard him take a deep breath.“Candice,” he said softly. His voice sounded lighter… almost happy. “I came back as fast as I could. I have something really important to tell you. It’s good news.”I didn’t respond.I didn’t even open my eyes.I just couldn’t pretend to care anymore.Whatever “good news” he had… it didn’t matter to me.He came closer. “Candice,” he said again. “Please… just listen for one minute, okay?”Still, I didn’t move. My hand curled slightly under the blanket. “I know you probably don’t want to hear me talk,” Dorian said. “But I want you to hear this.”Then I
Dorian POVShe cracked.Her lips trembled. Her hands shook as she gripped the edge of the bedsheet. For the first time, she looked scared.“Dorian, wait… wait—please,” she said quickly, her voice rising. “It wasn’t just me! I didn’t plan it alone!”I narrowed my eyes. “So who did?”“It was your stepmother,” she said in a rush, as if the words had been pressing on her chest. “She was the one who told me what to do—she gave me the idea.”I folded my arms across my chest and stared down at her. “So now it’s her fault you drugged me?”Alora shook her head rapidly. “No, no! I mean, yes—she… she said if I wanted to get you back, I had to remind you what it felt like to be with me. That if I just got you into bed, everything would go back to how it used to be. She said Candice was just temporary—just a distraction.”I could barely breathe. I was disgusted. Disgusted with her. With myself. And with the people I let too close.“You really thought this was going to work?” I asked quietly, my vo