Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unwanted Mafia King: digging my beloved’s grave : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 67

Next weekend comes as quickly as I had hoped. I am currently at the hotel where the ceremony will take place. Marta’s assistant; Layla is almost done with my makeup and I can’t wait for her to be done. I have been sitting in one position for over one hour and my butt hurts. Though, I don’t complain as I relax my back on the chair feeling the anticipation building inside me. I've been looking forward to this weekend for so long, and now that it's finally here, I can hardly contain my excitement. Despite my eagerness to get started, I try to remain patient as Layla puts the finishing touches on my makeup. I don't want to rush her, but at the same time, I can't help but wonder how much longer it will take. My thoughts come to a halt when I hear the sound of my phone ringing. I check the caller ID to see ‘designer' which means it’s Carter, my tracker. It’s quite strange that he’s calling me, I mean he and I haven’t spoken for more than a month and I’ve even forgotten about him. I wait

~ RACHEL’S POVDear Richie We’re getting married today and it feels so surreal. I never thought I’d be this lucky, but here we are, starting the rest of our lives together. It’s crazy how love works, isn't it? You were never the man of my dreams, yet my heart knew you were, all along.I find joy being with you. You’re where my heart belongs, my soul lies and without you, I’m incomplete. I love you so much. I love you more than words can express, and I can't wait to walk down the aisle to become your wife. I wish I had the best words for you but unfortunately, all the best writers have already claimed them, but that’s okay because if our story was a novel, you’d be my favorite character. I love you and I will always will. ~ Love Rach.After writing the letter, I fold it and put it inside an envelope. I've been meaning to write something to Richie for a long time to express my deepest feelings to him. I'm so glad that I finally took the time to put my thoughts on paper and tell him

~ RICHIE’S POVI wake up to the same throbbing headache I feel every day. I groan, turning around, I lay on my stomach with the pillow covering my head. I know I shouldn’t be taking too much alcohol every day but I have no choice, it’s the one thing in my life that makes me feel better, the only thing that makes me sleep at night. Turning around, I begin to drown myself in the blissful sleep I badly need but the sun shines through my window and lands its ray directly on my face forbidding me from getting that sleep. I turn away from the ray of sunshine and try to sleep but it just didn’t happen. I release a groan. I guess I need something heavy to get me to sleep. I sit up from bed and stretch my arms and as a yawn escapes my mouth, I already feel like I’m going to hate this day like I do every single day. I turn around and grab my leftover bottle of whiskey. Taking a sip out of it, I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I try to hold it back but just like every morning it defeated