"NOT ALL LIGHT IS GOOD, NOT ALL DARK IS EVIL"
Their meeting was fated. She was the goddess for him, while he was just a mistake for her.
"Firstly, it's Adrian Salvatore, but you can call me anything you want. And secondly, I came here to make a deal...
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(Skip to Next Morning)
I woke up early, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me like a stormy sea.
Today was the day I was supposed to marry Adrian, but my mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night. The kiss, the secrets, the lies...it all felt like a heavy weight on my chest, threatening to crush me.
As I got out of bed, I noticed a strange text message on my phone from an unknown number: "Don't marry him. He's not who you think he is."
My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who could be sending me such a cryptic message. Who was behind this? And what did they mean?
I tried to push the thought aside, focusing on the day ahead, but my mind kept wandering back to it.
Myra and Aashu were already up, chatting and laughing as they helped me into my wedding dress. The delicate lace and satin felt like a suffocating shroud, weighing me down with its beauty. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. The girl in the mirror was supposed to be happy, in love, and carefree. But all I saw was a mask of uncertainty, a fragile facade hiding a sea of doubts.
As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn't help but think about the countless times Adrian had told me how much he loved me, how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. But now, those words felt hollow, like empty promises made to keep me in the dark. I thought about the way he had kissed me last night, the way his lips had felt like a lie, a betrayal.
I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my mind.
This was my wedding day, after all. I was supposed to be happy, not doubting the man I was about to marry. But the doubts lingered, refusing to be pushed aside.
The venue was a grand, opulent hall with crystal chandeliers and intricately carved wooden panels. The atmosphere was electric, with the sound of soft music and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I could smell the sweet scent of flowers and the tang of champagne, but it all felt like a distant memory, a fleeting dream that could shatter at any moment.
As we made our way to the ceremony, I noticed Adrian's friend, Christian, whispering something in his ear. Adrian's expression changed from happy to serious in an instant, and I wondered what was going on. What was Christian telling him? And why did Adrian look so concerned?
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched Adrian's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching in a way that made him look almost menacing. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make me wonder if I really knew the man I was about to marry.
I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but it felt like I was walking into a trap, with no way out.
As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I was on autopilot, my legs moving on their own accord. The guests were all smiling, congratulating me, but I barely registered their faces. All I could think about was the text message, the kiss, the secrets.
The ceremony was about to begin, and I could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on me. I glanced at Adrian, his piercing eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt like I was drowning in their depths. But as the music started, and the guests began to take their seats, I knew I had to push aside my doubts and fears. For now, I had to pretend that everything was perfect, that I was the happiest bride in the world.
But as I took my place beside Adrian, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was making a mistake, that I was walking into a nightmare from which I might never awaken. The priest began to speak, his words a gentle drone in the background as I stood there, frozen in uncertainty.
I looked at Adrian, his eyes still locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt like I was staring into the abyss. But then, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I felt a flutter in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, I was overreacting. Maybe this was just pre-wedding jitters.
But as the ceremony continued, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that something was waiting in the shadows, waiting to pounce. And I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to keep my wits about me if I wanted to survive this day, and the days that were to come.
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