Irene Jones POV “Bring her to the altar!” The heavy veil pressed against my face, suffocating, the silk clinging with each shallow breath. Outside the door, footsteps thudded closer, voices hardening into commands. Still, I didn’t move. Creek— Three hours earlier… “Dad, I can’t marry him! Please!” Misha’s voice, high and frantic, pierced through the walls, unraveling what little calm lingered in the house. I stood by the door, rigid, each word cutting into me like a blade. But pity never came. Why should it, when she had never spared me an ounce of her own? “We can’t afford to upset the Myers family, Misha,” my stepfather, Leo, replied with maddening composure, as if discussing the weather. “This marriage matters to all of us. Try to understand.” “Then let Irene marry him!” My stomach twisted at my own mother's words . Of course. I was the one to be thrown forward, the broken piece no one cared to keep. Replaceable. Disposable. Miley never let me call her “Mother.
Last Updated : 2023-06-14
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