The killer of her best friend wants her. What happens when the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur?
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╰┈⫸ 𝑺 𝒀 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺:
𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢'𝐬 life takes a harrowing turn on her best friend's wedding day whe...
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The commotion occurred so suddenly that it took me more than a brief moment to grasp the situation. Before that, however, some other masked men appeared on the scene, and their first object of interest was the beautiful decor adorning the marriage venue. From throwing tablecloths on the ground to shattering vases into pieces, it was chaos. Ripped flowers and overturned tables-everything.
Nobody, not even a single person present, could bring themselves to open their mouths, nor could they dare to stop those crazed masked men. Clearly, it was because of their demeanor, no better than a bunch of delinquents finding sick thrills in causing trouble in people's lives for no reason.
The unknown man, presumably the orchestrator behind all of this, stood in the middle of the destruction. A devious grin played on his lips as his gaze remained unwavering from Elena. His head tilted to the side, as if in mocking adoration, when her lips quivered slightly in fear.
Then suddenly, as if a storm halting, the masked men disappeared from the place in a whim of a moment. All it took was only one gesture from him, and they stopped and left immediately, confirming everyone's suspicion about the man being the main culprit.
He started moving forward, much to everyone's dismay, toward Elena. His steps were slow, as though he had all the time in the world.
"How could you do that to me, darling?" He asked when he stood in front of her, right beside Gianni Ricci, Elena's husband. Her body shook with dismay as she tried to move away from him and his penetrating gaze, but the man yanked her by her wrist. His little scoff caused a sudden rush of anger to course through me.
And I realized how frustrated I grew at that moment as I felt the pain inflicted upon the palm of my hand by my own nails. They dug deeper until I felt blood, and my anger grew more when nobody spoke.
The man's words afterward were almost a whisper but reached my ear anyway. "How could you forget last night?"
That's it.
"The hell do you think you're doing, bastard?" Gianni interrupted before I could make my way over there, and I thanked God for that. I'd rather cut my arms off than talk with that malicious waste of a human being.
Gianni grabbed the man by his collar, and in an instant, they were face to face. The man released a small chuckle, smirking when Gianni brought his fist closer to his face. But the taller man easily put a halt to Gianni's movement, mortifying him in the process.
Gianni fumed with rage and soon freed himself from that man's grip. He tried to land his fist on him again, but this time, it was his own father who stopped him.
"Stop, Gianni." My eyes nearly came out of their sockets in utter shock when his father pulled him to the other side and started to tell him something I couldn't hear.
