The day of the wedding didn't feel like a beginning, it felt like a countdown.
A countdown of my revenge, of Zayne’s ownership, and a path of thorns I might be mentally prepared for yet I was willing to take the risks.
Outside the Nightwood Estate, the air was thick with the hum of news helicopters and the frantic shouting of paparazzi held back by iron clad security.
Inside, the silence was even louder. The envy, the whispering, the rumors, all of it dispersed in the air.
No one was happy with this wedding.
Rose hovered over me, her eyes cold, “This is it, Kristine, the initiation of your plan,”
Her hands were shaking as she secured the veil over my head with a strictness emerging on her features.
"Do you understand the outcome of your actions?”
"I can't do anything else, Rose
