"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
My instincts screamed at me from the word go that showing up in New York City would trigger a shit or two, especially with Mom, but I didn't expect it to turn into a full-on catastrophe with me as the main character.
Half an hour ago, I was a raging storm, spitting facts and curses of how deluded Jane Ferguson and Mom were if they thought I'd be taking the central role in this charade, but somehow, here I was walking down the aisle with my boobs and hips squashed in an awfully expensive wedding gown.
To add to the falsehood, I couldn't believe the faces of the filthy-rich-looking guests, staring at my misery in admiration with soft smiles on their lips like they couldn't see I wasn't Delilah. At this point, all the guests were paid actors and actresses to pretend everything was in order and it made my head throb even harder.
If there's one thing you'll ever do for this family, let it be this one.
Mom's words echoed through my mind and my immediate response of how everything was bullshit and she could disown me if she wanted to as long as I wouldn't walk down this artistically and expensively designed aisle.
Your father is dying. If you have any kind of sympathy left in your heart for him, you shall take Delilah's place and save his life.
Those were the only words carrying me down the aisle at this moment, the words making me feel a painful pang of guilt in my chest the more they resounded in my head.
I had never felt this much like a villain, showing up and not caring enough to ask about my father's whereabouts. Truly, he wouldn't miss his first child's wedding for anything in the world, but somehow he wasn't present and that alone told me the gravity of his health condition.
A rare degenerative disease, they said, requiring large bills to cover his medical expenses and going up against the Fergusons at this point meant immediate bankruptcy since our very own Delilah had taken off with fifty million dollars in cash and multiple other valuables she could sell and instantly become a billionaire.
Stupid fucking bitch.
This wasn't a fucking heist or child's play. Even I knew from the few minutes I'd known Jane that she wasn't a woman to be underestimated and she stole from the man who could have given him the world in a heartbeat. Why choose to be on the run instead and leave and bullshit legacy of daylight robbery and deception?
The hate I felt for her at this moment overpowered my worry for her safety when she'd get caught. She never learnt and somehow I always ended up grovelling in the mud, cleaning up her mess and this was the last fucking stroll.
I should have never sacrificed my entire life to cover up for her dirt all those years ago, to begin with. That must have given her the stupid idea that I'd always lay my life for her.
