Ruthless Souls (Ruthless Series # 1) |✔|

Chapter - 8 Aunt

Serena POV

 I glared at the morning sky. I woke up at 3 in the morning. My head was heavy with thoughts, throbbing with pain. My heart was hollow and echoed. Today is my wedding day—the day I fantasized about in my childhood. 

My dad was supposed to walk me down the aisle, and my marriage should've been my choice.  Meet the guy, fall in love and then marry.

But here I am, marrying the guy who ruined my life. My eyes pricked with unshed tears, just by thinking about my life. 

The words my dad engraved in my head were haunting me.

'You are my daughter and my daughters never break. They are born to rule.' 

Alferos never fall, we rule the world.

I took a photo of my family and stared at them. Will they be disappointed? Will they hate me for a weakling I was deep core?

Marriage was something sacred for my family. A marriage was a bond that bound two souls together. My mom treasured her marriage and thought me and my sister the same. 

I pushed all those thoughts aside and focused on the presence. I placed the picture down, on the rack, and my eyes hardened.

I will kill Nixon. 

A knock interrupted my thoughts. I put on a robe and went to the door opening it. A petite woman stood there with a small girl, smiling.

"Who are you?" I asked, my hand running through my wild hair. Taming it.

"We were sent to get you ready for the wedding." She explained. I groaned, I wish I could just fast forward these moments. I wanted to be done with this shit, accomplish what I wanted and run in freedom.

"Wait in the room beside," I stated. She nodded walking away, the little girl turned and shot me a shy glance before following her mother. 

My room was a restricted place for everyone. No one dared to enter my room, not even for cleaning. I cleaned my room and kept it neat. It was my personal space. I locked the door behind me before going. 

I sat down in the chair she arranged for me. She smiled sweetly, and her hands went to my shoulder. 

"Relax." She said. I didn't realize how tense my muscles were until she said, I rolled back my shoulders and sunk into the chair. My body slowing loosing it's tension.

She started with my hair. My hair was blown dry, which I never cared to do. She combed my hair pulling it up twisting it. Setting it in a loose bun. A few strands fell loosely around. It made me look more feminine. 

My heart ached for a second when I remembered my mom doing my hair.

I closed my eyes, letting her do her job. Her hands moved smoothly as she took some strands of hair pinning it. I exhaled, keeping my emotions at bay. 

She moved away for a few minutes and came back. She applied something cold on my face, as she smoothed it on my skin. Her hands were fast and quick. 

"You got a flawless skin. I think you would look better in a natural look." She mused. 

"I care less about how I look." I stated, and she chuckled.

"You are a gorgeous angel, dear." I didn't care reply to her. My mind had different thoughts. All nothing feminine or about beauty. 

But one thing was embedded in my head. I am getting married to my parent's killer. The guy who had my happy life turned upside down. Who snatched my life from me.