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The bride who got betrayed at rehearsal. Avery hailed a cab. I climbed in, staring out the window at the ballroom receding behind me. The sign above: “The Emerson Grand.” It looked like it always did—grand, majestic, perfect. Only I saw it differently now. It was the stage where my life was rewritten. Where my future was re-scripted without my permission. In the cab, I sank into the seat, pressing my forehead to the glass. My reflection stared back: elegant, pale, eyes hollow. I didn’t recognize her.

Still she hid it from me through all the near death experiences. The road straightened near the coastal highway. I downshifted hard and the engine screamed. Betrayal tasted bitter on my tongue. I had fallen for her despite every promise I made to Isabella’s memory, I had given Elena the wedding Isabella never saw. I had let love rewrite the rules I swore I would never break. The one line I thought I could still hold—the promise that no other woman would carry my child—now lay shattered on the villa floor. I betrayed Isabella in every way that mattered.

Dante’s betrayal, Mordecai’s orders, the pieces of the game I had uncovered. “You trusted him,” Andreina said, her voice trembling. “And he...” “He betrayed me,” I finished bitterly. My hands clenched in my lap. “And now he’s getting married.” “Married?” Andreina’s eyes widened. “To who?” Before I could answer, a voice sliced through the air like a blade. “Hey, bitches. Did someone tune in to my world?”

My heart didn't race around him. Seeing him didn't cause my chest to flutter. The packs he stole on my face didn't cause butterflies. I hated how much I would compare him to that traitor, even if he didn't love me, even though he had betrayed me my feelings had been genuine my heart had been loyal and I knew that those feelings I had back then when nothing like what I heard for George. But have a decade I had already gone by, wouldn't it be right for me to reward his patience by finally agreeing to marry him?

"My fiancé sold me to traffickers." "Yes. And he did it with a smile on his face, kissing you goodbye before he carried your unconscious body out to the car." Harold looked at her with devastation in his eyes. "You loved him, Jezza. You were planning to spend your life with him. And he betrayed you for money." The room spun. Berry gripped the armrests harder, trying to anchor herself to something solid. "The champagne. Someone drugged my champagne."

A life worse than death. All those scars, all that suffering — it was because of him. And yet he had betrayed her. He had fallen in love with another woman. And now he wanted to call off the wedding and abandon her. How could he be so cruel to her? What was the point of all her suffering? Liam — you'll never get rid of me. Never. Brandon knocked on her door, holding the transfer documents. "Sara — can I come in?" No answer. When he pushed the door open, he saw Sara sitting on the bed, clutching the blanket, sobbing into it. Her thin body curled into itself.

She didn’t even look at me. As the maid grabbed my arm, I realized something that made my heart sink even deeper— This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a prison. And I had just become its prisoner.

Jasmine had sworn that his forbidden affair with the queen, his own shameful indiscretion born of loneliness and the queen's seductive manipulations, would remain buried. She must have told him. He had underestimated his bride and her ability to envy. Betrayal burned in his chest. He always loved her, but somehow her cunning made his dick ache for her even as she betrayed him before his very eyes. He looked between the daughter and dad, his eyes darting from Aryan's smug grin to Jasmine's flushed, ecstatic face. Shock and devastation got the better of him. As did his pride. "I want nothing to do with her henceforth. You've soiled my virgin bride. I cannot marry her," he stammered, his voice

Just as I'm on the verge of successfully completing my mission, my System suddenly crashes and is replaced by a new one. That's when I learn the truth that Cherie Blackstone's agreement to marry me is fake from the very beginning. Not only does she already have a lover, but even her affection for me is also entirely feigned. She loathes me, the person who has been constantly pursuing her since childhood. Even her moments of intimacy with me are merely a ploy to let her true love be reborn inside my body. The new System can't bear to watch the situation get any worse and chooses to reveal the truth to me. It lets me make a choice. "If you choose to abandon the mission now, you will die t

I could still feel it, but it was farther away now. It felt muffled, more like the pain wasn't mine and it belonged to someone else. I looked around the bar. There were men everywhere. I wondered which one of them would want me. Which one of them would make me feel wanted tonight. Which one of them would prove James wrong. My phone buzzed in my bag. I pulled it out and squinted at the screen. A text from Delia. “You really thought you could win? You’ve always been nothing. I slept with James on your pathetic wedding night. I stopped him from registering your marriage. I hope you know your place now. Enjoy being alone, sister.”