The Traps of the Black Swan

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'Just like my Sweetheart, the color white is a sign of purity and innocence. It's a color of perfection. Hence our wedding theme will be white.'

A pleasing and naïve smile on the bride's dainty face was unwavering remembering her groom's words. Her slender fingers brushed on her multicolor eye-catchy bouquet which had flown from overseas on her request.

She was wearing an elegant designer wedding gown accentuating her slender, lissome physique, her chocolate brown long hair was in a beautiful up do holding the exquisite veil. Her spotless milk-white cheeks were flushed hearing her friends tease her nonstop with a rain of compliments.

Her heart was drumming against her chest while her foot was tapping on the floor in anticipation waiting for the groom to pick her.

She bit her lower red lip softly in anxiety thinking how her playful devilish friends going to torture her genteel groom.

Her mellifluous voice sounded, "Girls, are you sure I look good?"

Her friends started chuckling hearing her ask Nth time nervously.

A tall girl tapped her nose, "Good? Babe, why do you always underestimate yourself?"

Another girl kept her hands on the heart making a depressed face, "Only if we could look half beautiful as you."

"My beloved, how about the wedding night with me?" Another girl stroked the bride's chin as she pouted to kiss her.

The bride flushed red pushing her away.

Her mobile went off sounding her favorite ringtone. She tried to grab it but slipped.

'Crack'

The breaking sound of her mobile falling on the floor separated her eyelashes away from each other waking her up from her haunting nightmare.

Her black eyes shimmered from the summer sun rays falling on her delicate skin. Her one side of the lips tugged up sinfully, her black and red Ombre nail tips tapped rhythmically on the black bedside table.

Ruby Jane looked like a snowflake on her black king size bed.

The peace which her name says had left her a long back when she was on the deathbed. Now she is ready to ruin the same peace from the lives of the people who snatched it from her.

Now she is a predator, no more easy prey.

Her pink lips moved to sound her soft voice but holding no warmth in it.

"The game begins!"

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At International Business school of Mocon

International Business School of Mocon is the best in the entire country A located in Mocon city. To study in that famous college either the students should have the top ranks or should be from a highly influential background to afford to study there.

The day was the announcement of graduation results and the whole school was bursting in joy.

The joy on results day?

Yeah! It was joyous because the youngest prince of the Mocon passed his exam and was throwing a grand party to everyone.

The girls were swooning on the youngest Prince of the city while the boys enjoyed the fun and drinks with girls forgetting their own results.

Sean Harmon, handsome, tall, frivolous young man. The third young master of Harmon family, a prominent wealthy family in country A. Growing up with a silver spoon, he was pampered and spoiled by both family and his friends.