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 day of Ana's wedding arrived in a whim, it was nearly unbelievable how fast it was. Two weeks ago, Rafael came with the ridiculous proposal to marry her, and now they were already getting married.
The wedding took place at Villa Gracie, a majestic villa right in the middle of Chicago's marvelous beauty. The venue emanated an air of elegance, nestled within lush gardens and framed by towering oak trees. White satin drapes gracefully cascaded from the ceiling, catching the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights. Tables adorned with delicate floral arrangements, while crystal chandeliers cast a warm and enchanting glow.
The decoration was absolutely amazing to someone's eyes who didn't know behind the stories of this marriage, unlike me, who only saw it as a tempting preparation before casting my cousin away to a prison of no return.
I haven't talked to Ana for the week. I was too disappointed for my own sanity, but last night it was over for me when Ana came into my room and hugged my sides while crying like a baby.
I realized maybe I shouldn't have isolated her like that after she was just settled off for a Goddamn wedding. She felt lonely, I felt lonelier.
To this day, I wonder what Ana was hiding from me.
As I walked throughout the night, people and their whispers slowly filled the room as guests were already making their presence known. Uncle said the celebration wouldn't be too abundant, but here I was, surrounded by four hundred people gathering in a room bigger than I've ever seen in my life.
I watched from a distance as my Aunt proudly showed off her necklace to the other ladies she'd received as a gift from her opulent soon-to-be son-in-law. Uncle talked with a businessman from Italy to her other side, Gabriel Rossi's figure towering beside him.
Then there was Rafael's brother, sister, and cousins along with his brother-in-law chatting away, from time to time ridiculing about something God knows what and then all of them bursting into loud laughter except for Romario and an unknown man beside him. He totally looked out of that league, much more mature and diligent in his appearance, and so was the little girl in his arms. Seeing closely, I noticed both him and the little girl oddly resembled Emiliano.
"Tessa! Tessa, come here." The sudden call from my Aunt brought my attention back to her as she waved her hand at me, gesturing me to go to her. She had a companion with her, a young woman to her side.
As I made my way to her, I could look at the woman beside her more closely. She looked like she was in her early thirties, but God, could someone be that outrageously gorgeous? Her elegant, cool appearance caught me in bemusement, until I found a little girl to her side tugging on her red velvet dress. "Mama," she whispered something to her, and the woman looked down to smile slightly. The pair of that child's emerald green eyes left no wonder in me that she indeed was that man's daughter, as was the woman beside her his wife.
