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When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

"I thought I warned you never to step into my room. Why do you choose to be disobedient?" "R…. Ryan…." My lips quivered, "how dare you? You're cheating on me with your best friend and you have the guts to bring her home and worse, on our matrimonial bed? Having fun at her place wasn't enough and the only sane way you thought could help was bringing this slut down here?" He stroke me hard on the face and I fell to the floor, hitting my leg on the bedside table. "Gina isn't a slut!" His voice was shrilling. "You're the gold digger here."

I—’ ‘Jace,’ I corrected. ‘Whatever. From what you’ve told me, that guy’s trouble. That’s a diabolical plan he’s got. Rhys can’t get out of the marriage now without coughing up half of his money, and we’ll know how much he loves parting with it. Not to mention the hit to his reputation. He’s going to be the butt of jokes in Skyline for years to come if people know he married a woman who’s a fake and broke.’

The see of people coming and going as they take their seats doesn’t let me have a look at my future husband. I have to admit the wedding planner did a superb job: our garden looks like a magical fairy tale with fairy lights all over the tent and a beautiful arch made of flowers on the far end of the garden, where I am going to join my life with a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, we just call him Nikolay's son, no one bother to ask what his name was because it wasn’t important. We are getting married no matter what, his name, physical appearance, and every other detail about him is irrelevant; it won’t change anything. I am doomed to enter this marriage.

I screamed as the strong man carried me effortlessly out of the room. “It's about time, I wondered when you would stop calling your husband Mister." He said to me. “You're not my husband you fool!." I was saying but the man had quickly thrown me roughly out of the room room for insulting his boss. “You were married to Mr Shawn... I never knew he was married, you should consider yourself lucky instead of running your little trap." The man said and he took some ropes from a shelf. I backed away from him but there was no place to run to.

"Hahaha! Sucks to be her! She thought she could play that pretty face like a fiddle, but look who's getting exposed now?" "How's five million enough? He deserves some shares! Let this be a painful lesson for her!" … What an extravagant performance. They thought that by cornering me, I would have no choice but to pay up, all for my reputation and the company's stock price. Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated. I smoothed back my tangled hair, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and looked at Charlie with a calmness that sent chills down one's spine. "Fine. I'll marry you."

Her shocked gaze bore into mine, and I felt a desire to disappear, to escape the consequences of my deception. --- Mia's POV: I scanned the room, praying for a sign that this nightmare wasn't real. But there he was—Nicholas Hernandez—standing at the altar. His name alone sent chills down my spine, a stark reminder of the torment he inflicted upon me during high school. And now, unbelievably, he was meant to be my husband. "What?" I gasped aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. I struggled to comprehend the cruel twist of fate that had brought us to this moment. As reality sank in, my breath caught in my throat, a mixture of disbelief and apprehension clouding my thoughts.

She knew the project he was referring to, and this was supposed to be him helping her secure her inheritance from her vampire family. Who would have thought he was already plotting to take over and then…. What follows? Alicia couldn't dare herself imagine it. Her knees nearly gave out. But her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She staggered slightly, her shoulder brushing the wall beside her as she needed it to remain standing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest tightened violently, like something inside was being crushed. Every denial she had prepared slipped through her fingers because inside her best friend’s house was her husband fucking her real hard while he p

When he was sure, I am not going to comment on his statement, he sighed "Whatever I am going to say is nothing new and I have been telling you this for past one week." "The things you already did and planning to do with Shwetha Bhabhi is wrong. We both know she is innocent in all these things. It was never to come to this. We were supposed to use her just as a bait. Her purpose in this whole mission ended the minute her monster of a father died. She was not to be dragged in all these mess, yet you did. The girl in that room is your wife. You accept it or not, she is your better half. The sooner you accept it the better."

I reminisced about the happy times we spent together. We had been together for five years. During those five years, I did everything I could to treat her well. I never allowed her to suffer, even for a little bit. Despite that, what did that bring me in the end? All I received in return was my fiancée getting married to another man on the day of my father's funeral. I knew something was wrong the day Zack returned to the country. Helen did not come home that night. When she finally did, there were love bites on her.