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Chapter 92: The Bride in the Wrong Dress

Penulis: Marie Jessette
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-06 02:38:19

Selena’s POV

The house was too quiet.

Not the kind of quiet that brings peace—but the eerie, polished silence of a place that hides its violence behind velvet curtains and crystal chandeliers.

I sat on the edge of a bed that wasn’t mine. The mattress was too soft, the sheets too smooth, the walls too gold. Everything smelled like expensive perfume and roses dying in the vase beside the window.

I couldn’t sleep. Not after yesterday.

Not after the wedding. My throat was dry. I hadn’t spoken in hours.

I didn’t know what to say. Or who to say it to.

Giordano hadn’t come to see me since the wedding.

I closed my eyes. And it all came back.

Flashbacks hit like static behind my eyes—tight veil, heavy dress, sweat trickling down my back as I walked into a room full of wolves pretending to be human. My face was covered, my name erased. I wasn’t Selena anymore. I was Katarina. His bride.

Giordano's.

The dress had been a perfect fit. Because it wasn’t meant for me.

I remembered the tightness in
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