"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|
A fleeting sense of warmth mixed with a wafting pint of a fruity scent enveloped me as Mom wrapped her arms around me as more of a formality to send me off than out of her own will.
"Big girls don't cry," she reminded me of the stabbing words she'd whisper-yelled at me when she'd found me in tears roughly two hours ago. "Pull yourself together, Elena."
"He hates me," I croaked, holding onto her a little bit tighter with my eyes closed and pressed into the silky material of her floral dress, "and I think I hate him too," I added, feeling hot tears prick my eyes like burning coals.
"You're a gorgeous woman, Elena," she murmured viciously as though reminding me, "and you yield the greatest weapon between your legs to mould that hatred into something convenient."
Her words wedged a solid block of bitterness, fury and hatred in my throat. "Fuck you, Rebecca," I cursed bitterly under my breath, feeling my tears disobediently spill out of my puffy eyes.
The one time I felt like I could confide in her and get some sense of being understood, she had to flash her fucking true colours and rub them in my face.
She gave birth to me, but she wasn't my mom. She was just my mother and my feelings didn't matter to her as long as I lived up to her fucked up standards and demands.
Slut myself out to Sebastian and seduce him? Yes, he was fucking hot and all that, but he was Delilah's man and fucking him or even batting an eyelash in his direction went against every girl code we'd ever shared. I was bitchy in many ways, but not that pathetic, at least for now.
I felt her grip on me tighten with aggression, sending memories of the way Sebastian had handled me earlier crashing into my mind like waves in the ocean. "It's your husband you're supposed to fuck, Elena, not your very own mother."
The hug had lasted longer than normal anyway in an overwhelming way hence I felt rather relieved when Mom peeled her hands off my body and stepped back with a plastic smile I felt like wiping off her face.
Anyone with eyes could see I wasn't okay and I had tears bleeding from my eyes, but they didn't care as long as the night was a success.
I felt more tears well up in my eyes when I wrapped my arms around Ethan and the twins who'd been standing by his sides hugged my legs in a tear-jerking manner. They barely knew who I was and what everything meant yet they hugged me like they felt my pain and supported me.
"You look homeless," Ethan remarked, the humour he'd tried forcing into his voice fleeing off course.
Of course, I looked lost, homeless and vulnerable even. I didn't have any shoes on and my dress was torn. I felt fucking embarrassed of myself like never before and the fact that everyone acted like it was normal made me feel like ripping all their expensive outfits apart to get a natural reaction.
