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Sophie said, smiling at me and my face was expressionless They both knew that I wasn't happy getting mated to Lemuel but they felt they could do the honours. I gave a small nod and snapped my fingers, signaling to one of the waiters . "I want a glass of whiskey."I instructed , he gave a small bow and returned minutes later . "I was thinking you wanted us to go to shopping together ." Rina said gulping down her drink. I gave her a dirty look."Shopping? Shopping for what exactly?" Both Rina and Sophie exchange sharp puzzled glances. "For your bonding ceremony of course." Sophie said looking kind of surprised. " Every bride looks forward to this glorious shopping where they get a beautiful blue

“And what kind of proposal will an influential person like you want from a girl like me?” “Marriage.”

This wasn't some nightmare I could claw my way out of. I was marrying the devil. And I'd signed the dotted line. What about the freedom I thought I would get after my husband's death? It was gone with a poof. I must be cursed. There was no other reason why I would be marrying another psychopath. The priest droned on and our vows were exchanged like threats. My "I do" sounded like a dare. And then, the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Killian turned to me, finally smiling. And just as he leaned in to kiss me on the corner of my lips, I bit him, hard.

I had to seize the opportunity, hoping that there would be no regrets at all. That same night, after I had successfully signed the deal to become a surrogate mother, my best friend, Emily whom I had told about everything had dragged to an masquerade party in order to loosen up a bit. Emily wanted me to see it as my last night of freedom before I would become locked up in the surrogacy deal. We were dressed in our masquerade costume outfits. Apparently Emily was a personal friend to the person hosting the party so it meant easy access in.

I thought it was interesting that they were here in this room alone together and my mother had not beat his mother's ass yet. "Julie, I'm going to make this right for you, I promise," I heard the other woman cry to my own mother. "Amanda I don't know how either of us can do that now," I heard my mother say. "I know that you and your husband have done so much for us in the past, we owe you everything, really. I will go see my son right away. If you will still consider the marriage between him and your daughter, I will not only have them stay here with us, but I will assign her some personal maids and body guards. She will be watched over and cared for like my own child, I promise," Amanda beg

Said Tony in a husky voice. Without warning, Tony leaned his body closer to Lila’. His left hand tightly sealed both Lila’s hand up while his right hand lingered in Lila’s collar, motioning to tear her cloth. “Since you seem like to be fooled around, let’s have it then. We can get married after.” “NO…” Lila screamed. “WHO SAYS I WANNA MARRY YOU?” Too bad, Tony managed to tear Lila’s cloth, revealing her bra. He smirked. “Nice red.”

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I stared at her. “Help with what?” My stepmother answered instead. “With your marriage.” Silence. For a second, I genuinely thought I had misheard. Then my stepsister added, almost too casually, “I’m willing to marry Aiden in your place. Just annul the marriage first.” My brain stopped for half a beat. Then restarted. Slowly. Like it didn’t know how to process what it had just heard. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I let out a short laugh.

Not a bride. > A queen.