Chapter 240
On the day of my wedding, I wore a custom–made gown designed by one of the world’s top fashion designers. It was a floor–length silk dress in pure white, the train adorned with tiny diamonds that sparkled like stars under the sun.
With my uncle by my side, I walked slowly down the aisle toward Prince Alejandro.”
He stood at the end of the red carpet, tall and regal, in a white tuxedo, his eyes locked on me. The way he looked at me, so full of love and tenderness, made me feel safe, warm, and cherished.”
But out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Denton and Melanie.
They’d been seated in the farthest corner of the venue, nearly hidden among the crowd.”
Melanie wore a bright red dress that screamed for attention, paired with heavy makeup that only made her look more desperate. Standing beside her was a tall, intimidating middle–aged man, someone I’d heard was a powerful warlord from Mexico.
As for Denton, he was barely recognizable.
His black suit was wrinkled and ill–fitting. His hair was a mess, his complexion was sickly pale, and his sunken eyes were ringed with dark bruises. He was skin and bones now, nothing like the confident man I once knew, just a shell ruined by drugs and regret.”
When he saw me in my wedding dress walking toward Alejandro, his eyes filled with a pain so raw, it was like watching a man being torn apart from the inside.
I had once worn a wedding dress for him, too.”
Back then, I truly believed I was the happiest woman in the world. I thought he was my forever.”
But now, he had lost everything, including me.”
Third Person’s POV
Melanie noticed Denton’s reaction, and a flicker of disdain and irritation crossed her face.
She then leaned toward him and whispered coldly, “You’re really still staring at that used–up bitch? Denton, today’s the perfect chance. You still hate her, don’t you? Don’t you want revenge?”
He glanced at her warily.”
But she just smirked and continued, her voice dripping with poison. “Slip her something. Let everyone see who she really is beneath that perfect dress. Let them realize she’s just another dirty little whore.”
Denton shoved her away, his voice trembling with rage. “Are you insane?! She’s the Middletons‘ heir now. If you try anything, they’ll destroy you.”
Yet Melanie didn’t flinch. Instead, she laughed coldly and pulled a syringe from her purse, holding it up for him to see. “Oh? You think you have a choice?” she said sweetly.”
She stepped closer and hooked a finger under his chin, tilting his face up with a mocking smile, “You’re mine now. My dog.” Her voice lowered, seductive and venomous. “You love that slut so much? Fine. But you’ve got three minutes. Once your withdrawal kicks in, you’ll be begging on your knees, licking my feet like the pathetic junkie you are. Is that what you want everyone to see?“}
Denton’s body jerked involuntarily.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “This is-“W
Before he could say another word, the warlord beside Melanie slapped him so hard he collapsed to the floor. Blood spilled from his mouth, and two teeth hit the ground beside him.
Before he could even try to get up, a heavy boot came down on his face.”
“Now shut up and listen,” the man growled. “I want the bride in my room tonight. You bring her to me, and we’ll share.“”
Denton didn’t need to be told what would happen if he refused again. Torture was a given.}]
With trembling hands, he picked up the glass of wine that had been spiked and walked toward Sadie.
He handed it over, his voice barely audible. “Sadie, congratulations.”
