Blurb: Millie Matthews was willing to give up everything to be with the one she truly loved. Three years ago, she left home to be with her lover, Rovan Marlowe, whom her family were strictly against. But after finding out she could never replace his first love in his heart, she was forced to leave when he heartlessly chose his first love over her. She returns to her family and takes her place to start her life afresh, only for Rovan to return and beg for her to come back. After realizing that he was a fool to let her go, Rovan became determined to get her back as his wife.
The enormous hall was decorated with lights and decorative strings. Every single soul at the party was thriving with joy as they moved to the rhythm of the music. All but one.
Millie Matthews was clinging on to her cup tightly as she watched her husband laughing with another woman. Peyton.
Peyton was his first love and after her relationship failed, she had returned to steal Millie's husband, Rovan Marlowe, which seemed to be effortlessly working.
Peyton walked towards Millie with a mischievous smile on her face. "A word." She plainly said before strolling casually into the kitchen, swaying her hips as she walked.
Millie heaved a gentle sigh to calm herself before dropping her glass and following after Peyton.
She crossed her arm as she rested her hip against the counter. "What?"
"Nothing, you just couldn't seem to get your eyes off me so I thought you had something to say to me." Peyton said with a smirk.
Millie scoffed. "You must be joking, why won't you back off my husband?"
Peyton chuckled. "Oh so that's why you have been staring at us. Jealous much?" She crossed her arms below her breast with a grin as she asked.
"He chose me and that's why we are married, why don't you just give up and stop trying to ruin my marriage?"
Peyton chuckled. "Oh really? You really think that he chose you because he wanted to? Why don't I show it to you that I'm the one he'll always love?" She said as she started towards the array of knives.
"What do you think you are doing?" Millie took an hesitant step backward as fear gripped her by the throat.
Peyton trailed her finger across the knives and picked up one. "Sharp." She said with a devilish smirk.
"Stop it! Whatever it is you are thinking, don't do it!" Millie tried to reason with Peyton but the girl was too crazy.
"Then stop me! Tell me that you'll give up Rovan because he belongs with me!" Peyton yelled out with eyes glaring with hatred.
"Rovan chose me! I'm the one he loves!" For some reason, Millie felt like she was saying it to convince herself and not Peyton.
"Wrong choice of words." Peyton pierced her own skin with the sharp end of the knife and immediately, blood poured down from her stomach and dropped to the ground.
She was covered in her own blood and she stumbled towards Millie and pressed the bloody knife into her palm.
Millie was horrified as blood stained her hand and her white dress.
"Ah! Somebody help me!" Peyton stumbled towards the door and collapsed to the ground.
Almost immediately, Rovan hurried towards her and picked her into his arms. His eyes flickered with anger as he looked up at his wife. "You did this, didn't you?"
Millie was too terrified to speak. The blood stained knife had fallen to the ground in front of her and fear caused her to freeze to the ground.
"She... she stabbed me..." Peyton murmured as she clung closely to Rovan .
"I..." Millie swallowed hard. "I didn't do it." She gasped.
"Somebody call 911!" He yelled out as he hugged her closer to himself. "What possessed you to something so out control?" His eyes burnt with hatred as he glared at her.
She had thought a man she was married to for three years would trust her words over any others but she was wrong. She hated that she knew it.
All eyes were on her now as she stood dumbfounded in the kitchen. It was only then that she was able to recollect her thoughts.
Peyton never meant to have a word with her, that was the sly woman's plan from the very moment she lured her into the kitchen.
How crazy could a woman get to stab herself just for show?
"I really didn't–"
"Shut your trap! Why didn't I see this coming?" He murmured to himself as he picked Peyton off the ground and hurried out of the hall.
Millie just stood there, terrified.
After gathering herself, she left for her bedroom to change into something with no blood stains. A while later, she heard a knock on her door and she jumped to her feet to open it.
Standing by the door was a tall, buff man with cold black eyes. His name was Lance. "Mr Marlowe requests your presence."
Millie swallowed hard at the thought of confronting her husband's father. Mr Lyle Marlowe was just as hard headed as his son. They shared the same cold icy blue eyes and perfect bodily features.
But there was no escaping her sentence. She puffed her chest and followed Lance down the hallway and after a deep breath, waltzed into Mr Marlowe's study.
It all happened so fast yet she managed to dodge it by a hair. Mr Marlowe's phone went flying directly at her face as she walked in and a horrified gasp left her mouth.
The man hadn't noticed her walk in and didn't intentionally aim for her but he was not sorry about it. "Great, you're here. How do you plan on handling the mess you have created? The press won't stop bothering me!" He growled.
She yelped at his voice. "I– I'm sorry but I didn't do it! I really didn't–" A hard covered book hit her directly in the face, causing her nose to bleed as she cried out in pain.
"You worthless b*tch! I knew you were nothing but bad luck ever since you joined my family now look what you've done!" He spat out at her. "I ought to kill you with myself!" He growled as he hurled everything his hands could reach at her.
As unbearable as the pain was for Millie, she dared not move away. All she could do was stand there in tears and endure the pain.
When there was nothing within his reach anymore, Mr Marlowe finally gave it a rest. His face scrunched into an ugly frown. "You had better not cause any more trouble for my family or else... I'll really kill you then."
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