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“What the hell do you think you’re doing? And how did you get in here?” Roy whispered.
Turning toward the crowd, I let my voice carry as I swung my gaze back to Roy. “Did you think you could knock me up and then marry another b*tch?
“Darla,” Roy hissed, his tone low and dangerous as he stepped closer to me. “You are testing my patience. Leave now, or I’ll have my men throw you out.”
I tilted my head, looking up at him defiantly. “Throw me out?” I scoffed, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’ve already thrown me out of your life, Roy. What’s one more shove?”
“Enough!” he snapped, glancing nervously at his bride. She looked less smug now, her brow furrowing as she watched the scene unfold.
“Does she know?” I asked, tilting my head toward the bride. “Does she know what you’ve done, Roy? Or are you planning to keep this little secret buried just like you did me?”
“Stop,” Roy demanded.
“I’ll stop when everyone here knows the truth,” I shot back. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”
His jaw tightened, his gaze turning toward Ethan. “Get her out of here,” he muttered, but Ethan didn’t move. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching silently.
“What’s wrong, Roy?” I asked, stepping closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it guilt?”
“You don’t belong here,” he ground out.
“And you don’t deserve to stand up there, pretending to be some kind of noble groom,” I spat, turning my attention to the bride. “And you. I treated you like family not knowing that you were nothing but a snake”
“I swear to you Darla that if you don't leave then I will do something bad to you” he growled, reaching for my arm again. But this time, I stepped back before he could grab me
“Something bad, you have already done your worse?” I echoed, my voice sharp. “After begging me to sleep with you, Please Darla, I will give everything, please Darla, let's do it just once, please Darla, prove your love to me.”
"Enough" a voice roared from the crowd, Mrs Claus walked hastily towards me before she froze in her steps and walked right back to her seat like a lost puppy.
"Do you think you will be happy in this marriage, you will only know hell. I curse you Roy Claus that you will never find happiness wherever you go and not even with this b*tch that you are marrying" I voiced out loud.
“What about you?” he sneered,
“You threw yourself at me the same way you throw yourself at every other man. No one wants you, Darla. No one would be dumb enough to want a woman like you. You’ll never get married. You’ll never walk down the aisle like a real bride. You have no family—you’re just a petty little orphan now. Used and discarded.”
His fiancée grabbed his arm, trying to stop him. “Roy, please,” she whispered, but he shoved her aside. She stumbled into the priest, who caught her just in time, her white dress crumpling in the process.
“You’re wasted, Darla,” Roy continued,“Nobody wants trash like you.”
For a moment, I froze. Maybe he was right. Maybe no one wanted me. But then something inside me snapped. I wasn’t going to let him win, not like this.
I straightened my back, squaring my shoulders as I faced him. “No one wants me?” I repeated, my voice shaking at first but growing stronger. “I can bet you, right here, right now, that there are men who would be more than willing to marry me.”
My eyes scanned the crowd, landing on their stunned faces. “Is there anyone here,” I said,
“who wishes to tie the knot with me?”
The silence was loud. I could see the fear in their eyes, the hesitation. No one wanted to betray the Claus family, not in front of Roy, not in this room.
Roy let out a cold, mocking laugh, crossing his arms as if he had already won. “See?” he sneered. “I told you. No one wants”
“I will,” a voice him.
I turned to see Ethan stepping forward.
He stopped in front of me and held out his hand, his gaze locking onto mine. “What about you, Darla?” he asked, his voice steady. “Are you willing to marry me?”
Not once did I think that Ethan would step forward, his green eyes was all I could see and it made my lips quiver. He didn't look bothered like this was a hasty decision, his fingers wrapped around my waist almost lifting me off the ground and pressing my body closer to his.
Has the room always been that hot? Or was it just me and my unsteady beating heart that has rested up until this minute.
“Do you accept to marry me Darla Winters?” His voice is louder this time that the whole room could hear him.
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