Emily’s POV
The air in this awful room was damp and stinky. It made my already sour mood even worse. And as I sat here, held hostage by Adrian’s men, the only thought that comes to my mind is….
I shouldn’t have tried to run away. I regret ever thinking I could leave in the first place.
Father was lenient enough to spare me when I got back home yesterday night even after everything. He just asked me to attend the wedding, and that was how I found out that Brianna had become my substitute— the replacement bride.
How convenient.
Thinking back to the perfect image of love and happiness that shone through as I watched Adrian and Brianna get married, I couldn’t help but be spiteful.
The wedding was mine in the first place. So, I had every right to object. I was the one who was to be wedded
