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Lily’s POV.I begged the ground to swallow me at the sight of what played on my phone.What the heck was this? My heart raced as it felt like the room was closing in on me. My heart pounded too fast, air diffused in and out of my lungs too fast, my pulse raced too high.My chest rose and fall as I began to hyperventilate. Soon, I unlaced my wedding dress with a frantic hurry, loosening each one so I could breathe well.It was my wedding day. It was supposed to be my wedding day. Frank and I were finally getting married after so much convincing it took for both our families who were business rivals. Frank finally telling me his father approved of our union was the best day of my life.And today…today I was supposed to be happy. I was supposed to be dressed in the most finest wedding outfit and the most expensive and rarest jewelry, not suffering a panic attack just a few minutes before my wedding.And yet, here I stood in the middle of the room and everything I desired, watching a vid

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Lily’s POV.The air vanished from the room.My lungs seized, a bitter, metallic taste flooding my mouth as my gaze ripped from Frank’s unbothered face to the man stepping out of the bathroom.Richard. My stepfather.He stood there in a plush white hotel robe, damp silver-streaked hair clinging to his forehead, holding a glass of scotch. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t gasp. He just looked at me with the same cold eyes he’d used to bleed my mother’s estate dry after she died."Lily," Richard said, his voice smooth, devoid of a single ounce of shame. "You shouldn't be here.""Shouldn't be here?"The words ripped from my throat, raw and bleeding. My hands shook so violently the phone slipped from my fingers, clattering against the hardwood floor. The screen stayed lit, looping the footage of the two of them in my sacred cabin. My mother’s cabin."You..." I choked, pointing a trembling finger between my husband and the man who was supposed to be my guardian. "In my mother’s cabin? On my weddi

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Lily’s POV. "Diego Rookwood," I whispered.The name left a bitter taste on my tongue.It suited him far better than the corporate mask he used to wear. Diego Rookwood was a phantom in the business world, a ruthless ghost banished across the Atlantic by his father years ago.Yet, here he sat in the flesh.He exuded a quiet, lethal authority that made the sterile white room feel like a predator's den."How am I alive?" My voice cracked.A frantic hand flew to my chest, feeling for the shattered bones that should have been there."The truck... the bridge. I felt my bones break, Diego. I felt the car crush me. I should be dead."Diego didn't blink.He reached forward, picking up a crystal tumbler of amber liquid from the side table. He swirled it with a slow, agonizing rhythm."You are dead, Lily," he said.His voice was a low, gravelly baritone that sent a sudden shiver straight down my spine."At least, to the rest of the world. The police currently have a body pulled from a charred, u

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Lily’s POV.Two years after.Seven hundred and thirty days of hiding in the shadows, shedding my old skin, and letting Diego Rookwood mold me into a weapon.The broken girl who had wept in a wedding dress in a hotel room was dead. The girl who had driven off a bridge was a ghost.Tonight, the ghost was coming back to haunt the living."You’re shaking, Lily."Diego’s low, gravelly baritone broke through the suffocating silence of the Maybach’s backseat.I glanced down at my lap. My fingers, tipped with blood-red nails, were clutching my satin clutch so tightly my knuckles were white. My heart was a frantic, trapped bird slinging itself against my ribs."I'm not shaking," I lied, my voice dropping to a whisper.Through the tinted windows, the exterior of the luxury venue loomed. Brilliant, blinding spotlights sliced through the night sky. A sea of paparazzi pressed against the velvet ropes, their lenses gleaming like predators’ eyes.Tonight was the second-anniversary gala celebrating F

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All Chapters of Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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