Dressed in Lace marked by Violence
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Lily's Pov
I woke with every muscle screaming. The cold floor had been a cruel bed, unforgiving and hard beneath my bruised body. Pain spread through me like wildfire—sharp and dull all at once.
The morning sun stabbed through the curtains. I squeezed my eyes shut, not ready to face the day, not ready to face myself.
But the wedding was coming, whether I wanted it or not.
I forced my legs beneath me and shuffled toward the bathroom, naked and vulnerable. My skin prickled with cold and shame.
The mirror was a monster waiting. I didn’t want to look, but I had no choice.
When my eyes finally met the reflection, a quiet horror bloomed inside me. My hair was tangled into a nest of wild knots. My swollen eyes stared back—red-rimmed, bloodshot, haunt
