Until The Last Day
I should have been walking down the aisle. Instead, I was running through the woods in my wedding dress. The white fabric caught on every branch, tearing apart like my life.
My name is Camela Siegel. My father is the Mayor, and he sold me to save himself.
Vincent Castellano was supposed to be my husband. They call him the Mad Prince, but I learned he’s so much worse than that.
His hands trembled when he touched me—sometimes gentle, like I might break, and sometimes rough, like he wanted to overpower me.
“You’re mine now,” he’d whisper in the dark corners of that house. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hurt you but me.”
I tried the door handle every day for
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