Semua Bab His Pretty Little Liar - The Devil’s Snare - Book 1: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Bianca The direction of my life dives down a major wrong turn this evening as I'm forced to practise being married to the man who's driving me up the wall. Emma, Luca, Niko and I are in the car with Mass, the fucking brute, driving us to Dimtri's home to fake our way through our wedding rehearsal. Honestly, I have no clue why I'm attending this godforsaken fakery because I've barely put effort into this wedding. Truly, if it weren't for Anna, there wouldn't be a wedding to attend. I have yet to try on the dress Anna measured me for. Ignoring the event for the last few weeks made it feel like this was a terrible dream that consciousness would break me away from. But here I am, sitting in the car, heading to attend the rehearsal of my nightmares. I had hoped to win Niko over by now, enlisting his help to escape Dimitri's demands, but all he seemed to do was work himself into my panties. "I'm not sure I'll last," Emma announces out of nowhere. Her voice wavers, her worry very ev

Niko Last night, I slept on one of the armchairs in Luca's office, a blanket laid across my lap. I smoked a joint while looking out at the moon shining high above the rolling green hills that are our gardens. I'm not usually one to follow traditions, but I wanted to allow Bianca to have time alone before today's shit show of a wedding. I hung on her every fucking lie last night about the planning process of our wedding, she described something that meant something to her, and for a moment, I had lost myself in the lie that we were doing this because I had asked for her hand in marriage. But I hadn't. I have been forced to marry her to keep her quiet. These last few weeks have been infuriating and enlightening. Sexually charged and equally depressing. But I plan to enjoy the fake show I'm about to put on for every damn mafia king set to step foot inside Dimitri's home. It is safe to say sleep succumbed to me only in the early hours of the morning, leaving me grumpy as fuck and

Bianca I have dragged my feet at every opportunity since my eyes flung open at silly o'clock this morning, but the time came that Emma and her men drove me to my death sentence. I haven't seen Niko since the meal yesterday evening, and I've had to put up with a team of people pruning and making me over to get me ready for this sham of a fucking wedding all morning. I'm in a foul mood, and I look fucking ridiculous with far too much skin on show for someone who hates being the centre of attention. The wedding dress in question is a delicate white A-line dress featuring a plunging beaded bodice with spaghetti straps, a tulle skirt underlaid, and a sparking underskirt featuring blood-red tulle scalloping the edge. I think Anna asked for red because I joked that it was my favourite colour and that if I chose alone, the whole dress would be red. If I were any average human, I would thank her for trying to make this day memorable for me, but I'm not normal, and I'm not a decent

Niko I can't help but study this version of Bianca as the man of the church stands in front of us, speaking nonsense. Not a word goes in because I'm not listening, not deeply enough to take in any of his chanting at face value. She stands beside me, unsure of herself yet more beautiful than I've ever seen her. Her makeup is barely there, just eyeliner and mascara drawing my attention to her eyes' deep, earthy hues. Her cheeks seem somewhat higher than usual, and her lips are pale pink, which complements the only evidence of a blush on the tip of her nose. The man before us drones on, and I grit my teeth, not caring to listen, as I watch Bianca breathe. Her chest rises and falls in rapid breaths, all while she looks at him unwaveringly. Until she doesn't, until her eyes swing to me, her face staying in the position of looking forward. In that brief moment, I see longing—the longing to escape, the need to be gone from here. I wish I could speed this up in an instant. Neither of

BiancaNiko holds onto me for dear life as we wander along the dimly lit hall and through the doors that lead us into a multitude of people gathered within the large hall, ready to greet us. I had presumed that this little ceremony would have been over as soon as I said I do, but I'm being treated more than the second daughter married off just because I can be. Faces blend into faces as he guides me to talk to the first set of people to our right. I note Dimitri upset in the corner, obviously disliking that we escaped almost as soon as his priest said we finished the ceremony. Yet the funny thing is we signed off on the dotted line last night, and I have no doubt those papers were fast-tracked to ensure our matrimony was official. Don Hendrix congratulates us with a warm smile, and his wife tells me how beautiful I am in this dress, which itches every part of my skin it is touching. Nothing really sinks in besides the blood swooshing in my ears because of my racing heart at the numb