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be a celebration, but to me, it felt like a funeral. Victor's wedding party was in full swing, and the

yed making others suffer, but this was a level of cruelty I hadn't anticipated. By flaunting his impending marriage to

e like a ton of bricks. No matter how much I wanted to escape, the chains of this marriage were bindi

upposed to infiltrate the mansion and get me out of Victor's clutches. I hoped, prayed that they would suc

message. Victor had made it clear that there would be no more attempts to disrupt his plans. The

days. The invitations went out again, a cruel twist to his already taunting game.

hopes. My heart ached with every step, every glance at the elaborate decorations that seemed to mock my fate. The walls

a mask of smug satisfaction. "Looking forward to the big

hollow. "I suppose I have n

t. "That's the spirit. Just remember, this

re made and the guests began to arrive, I knew that the wedding was more than just a pers

e for Victor's triumph, and I was a puppet forced to dance to his tune. I could only hope that someday, somehow, I might fin

of discomfort wash over me. Why were there so many people I didn't know? My gaze fell upon the crowd, and my heart sank when

, let them speak now or forever hold their peace." My breath caught in my throat. This was the moment I had been

lt a surge of relief as Gad approached, but the joy was short-lived. Victor's men sprang into action, dr

n, "Why are you not in support of this ma

pport because Elena's only family is not in support

rds. "Is that true, Marcus?" the p

sly before replying, "That

t and betrayal. I could see Gad's shock, his face a mix of anger and

iftly to escort Gad and his men out of the church, their guns still drawn. The

of a man who had taken everything from me. The hope I had f