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Chapter 12

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-22 06:35:29

Aryn

It was the morning of my wedding, and I didn’t feel like a bride.

I hadn’t slept much. My head throbbed, my stomach was twisted in knots, and the skin around my wrists still burned where Lorenzo had pinned me. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t afford to. I just sat on the edge of the bed, silent and cold, while the world outside prepared for a day that felt more like an execution than a celebration.

Then they came for me.

The maids.

Three of them barged into my room like I was some prized show pony who needed grooming before a parade. I barely had time to stand before they were tugging at my robe and chattering about how I needed to be perfect. Perfect for him.

“Hands up,” one barked, and I obeyed like a damn puppet.

My robe slid to the floor. The cold air hit my skin, and goosebumps raced across my body. I stood there, naked, vulnerable, while they bathed me with scented water and scrubbed my skin like they were trying to erase the parts of me that weren’t fit to be his bride.

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