บททั้งหมดของ Will You Marry Me?: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

BERNICE I crouched in the darkness, hidden behind a row of bushes outside Anya’s house. My fingers trembled slightly, but not with fear. With anticipation. Tomorrow was supposed to be her big day...the wedding of the year, the moment she would officially become Mrs. Hunter Steele in the eyes of everyone. It could have been me. It should have. And now, there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. I had lost too much because of her. Because of him. Cross had told me to leave the City, to run far away and stay with a friend of his, while he handled everything. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Yes, I made him believe I had left but how could I not? This wasn’t about Cross anymore. This was personal. I needed to do this myself. My grip tightened around the small pistol in my hand. Anya didn’t deserve this perfect life, this fairytale ending. She deserved to suffer. I stayed still, watching the guard outside her house. He was a big guy, standing with his han

HUNTER The night was supposed to be simple. Just me and my brothers. No distractions. No outsiders. But Manuel, as usual, had other plans. "Viper, a few girls will be arriving later," he said with a smirk, as if he had just announced the arrival of appetizers instead of a group of women. I shot him a glare. "Why would you do that?" He shrugged, like it was obvious. “Because it’s a bachelor party. You know this won’t be complete without women.” I folded my arms. “We agreed. Just us. No outsiders.” Manuel groaned. “Come on, Hunter. What’s wrong with you? You used to be fun. Or are you scared of your wife?” Hector snorted. “Now that would be a sight.” I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head. “Hunter Steele scared? That's ridiculous! Besides, my Anya trusts me completely.” Manuel raised a brow. “You sure?” I nodded, my lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. She knows I don’t look at other women. Never have. Never will.” Carlos smirked. “Good for you, Viper.”

HUNTER My whole body shook as I held Anya in my arms. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the air had been ripped from my lungs, like my entire world had shattered into pieces right before my eyes. My chest ached, the pain unbearable, raw, and suffocating. Tears blurred my vision as I cradled her limp body. I pressed my forehead against hers, hoping, praying for any sign of life. But there was nothing. No breath. No movement. Just the crushing silence of death. A strangled sob tore through my throat. "Anya, please…" My voice was barely a whisper, broken, desperate. "Please, baby… don’t leave me." But she didn’t respond. The warmth of her skin was fading fast. Her blood, sticky and thick, smeared my hands, staining them forever. The wound on her neck mocked me. I had failed her. I had let this happen. Then, movement caught my eye. I looked up, my vision still blurred from my tears. The men I had sent to catch the shooter were dragging someone forward. The moment I saw who

HUNTER The air buzzed with excitement. The streets leading to Anya’s house were lined with well-wishers, some holding flowers, others clapping as my fleet of cars pulled up in front of her home. The sun bathed everything in a golden glow, making the moment feel surreal. I stayed inside my car, my fingers tapping lightly against my knee as I watched through the tinted glass. Hector, Manuel, and Carlos stepped out first, their matching suits making them look like an elite squad. Then, the front doors of the house opened. Anya stepped out. And just like that, my breath caught. She was stunning. More than stunning. Breathtaking. Her wedding dress was a pure white, delicate lace wrapping around her slender frame, the fabric flowing down like a river of silk. Her veil cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face like something out of a dream. But it was her eyes that held me captive. They sparkled with happiness, with love. With something so pure it made my chest ache.

TITLE: MISTAKEN PREY SYNOPSIS ***On what should have been the happiest day of my life, I was not only betrayed by the one I trusted most, but found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would end up as the despised captive of Hector Morales—the feared, ruthless and blood—thirsty Mafia King. RUBY MARTINEZ ——— ***For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of the moment I would finally take my revenge on Don Gray and destroy everything that he holds dear. Of course, what better way to make him suffer than to take the woman he treasures most, ravish and torture her while he watches, and then kill her right before his eyes? It was supposed to be the perfect revenge. Except that I got the wrong woman and found out.......a little too late. And the last thing I ever imagined was that my heart would end up on the line. – HECTOR MORALES