THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

54:'What's your name princess?'

MELISSA

She ruined everything.

I almost had my prince charming. He was about to become completely mine. She just had to walk in and destroy what I worked so hard for.

What’s worse is that she slapped me on the face in front of him. She humiliated me. Made me look like a buffoon.

Who the fuck does she think she is? Clearly she doesn’t know who she just fucked with.

“Fucking bitch!” I yelled, anger overwhelming me. I punched the bathroom mirror, hard. The glass broke, gashing my knuckles.

A familiar red liquid slithered from the cut, smudging the mirror. The ache inflicted on my hand by the broken glass was nothing in comparison to the throb in my heart.

The throb that had resulted from losing my prince charming, the love of my life.I tried everything to win his affection but he didn’t want anything to do with me.

I was willing to change my gender for him but he still refused to love me. He kept claiming to love…that good for nothing piece of shit. I attempted to understand his point of view but all I kept hearing were fucking excuses.

That’s it.

I’m done playing nice. I have been patient with him but not anymore.I will make him mine whether he likes it or not. If he can’t be with me, I won’t let him be with Gavin.

I will tear down his happiness and break him until the only choice he will have is to accept my love.

“I promise you, my prince charming. You will be mine no matter the cost.” I declared, staring at my reflection on the cracked bathroom mirror which was splotched with blood.

I looked like shit. My eyes were red and puffy from too much crying and my hair was a mess.

Sniffling, I wiped away my mucus and tears using the back of my hand.

“You won’t be crying anymore, Melissa. Because, you’ll have your prince charming soon. I promise you.” I addressed my reflection.

I turned on the faucet, rinsed the blood from my hand. I poured methylated spirit on the cuts and rubbed it with a cotton wool. Afterwards, I wrapped a bandage around my bruised hand then exited the bathroom.

No sooner had I ambled back to my room, than my phone chimed. I grabbed it from the dresser and scrolled through it.

I had received a text. From Rio.

Hey Mami, it’s done. My lips stretched into a smile as soon as I read the text.

Send me the photo. I need proof. I swiftly texted back, my heart thumping with anticipation.

He sent the photo of an unconscious Madeline. Her face was marred with purple bruises which were leaking with blood. Her lips were busted, left eye swollen and her pony tail had been cut off.

She looked worse than death.

My heart danced with jubilation at the sight.

“Serves you right, bitch.” I spat while looking at the photo.

Good job, Rio. I shot him a text accompanied with a smiley face emoji.

Thank you, mami. Can we meet later? I wanna see you. I miss you. I sighed, rolling my eyes at his sentimental request.

Rio, I miss you too but there are things I need to take care of first. I replied.

What things? You know I can do anything you want. Just ask. He texted back.