Married My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 8

Brittany's POV

"Enough, Brittany! Stop making a scene," Kayla said, grabbing my arm with tears in her eyes. "This is supposed to be a happy day. Do you want our family to be the talk of the town for all the wrong reasons? Please, don't embarrass Mom and Dad anymore."

She took a deep breath. "You just want the ring, right? Fine, take it."

As she spoke, she pulled me aside, giving Sebastian a look that said he should get our parents out of there.

"Sorry about that, everyone!" Kayla announced, trying to sound like the responsible older sister, even though she was only two years older than me. "This is just Brittany's idea of a surprise. She loves her little pranks."

I felt her hand sweating as she held my wrist. Now I was sure—this whole thing was her setup from the start.

"Shut up, Kayla," I said, trying to push her away.

She suddenly pulled me back toward the champagne tower.

"Brittany, stop!" Kayla screamed.

My bad leg gave out, and I stumbled backward. The tower of champagne glasses came crashing down around me. I threw my arms up to shield my face from the falling glass. Pain shot through my injured leg as I hit the floor.

I fought back tears, refusing to cry. Through my watery eyes, I watched as Mom, Dad, and Sebastian rushed straight past me on the ground, like I wasn't even there. All I heard was them shouting Kayla's name as they ran to her side, not one of them looking back at me.

"Kayla, are you hurt?" Mom's worried voice rang out. All around me, glass crunched under their feet as my parents and my fiance fussed over her. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore as they rolled down my cheeks. My head pounded where it had hit the glass - but nobody seemed to care.

My vision started to swim, and when I looked up, I saw the old copper chandelier swinging back and forth. It looked ready to fall at any second. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the crash.

Suddenly, quick footsteps approached and a deep voice shouted, "Damn it!"

A tall, good-looking man jumped in front of me just as the chandelier fell. Metal pieces smashed into the wooden floor, cracking it.

I stared at the broken pieces, realizing they could have killed me if they'd hit my head instead.

As he pulled me to safety, I recognized him - the same man who'd been there when I discovered Sebastian cheating with my sister. Though he looked similar to Sebastian, his emotionless face and different features told me this was definitely someone else.

I let my arms hang at my sides, trying to clear my mind. There was so much I needed to figure out.

Sebastian's voice drifted over as he hovered around Kayla. Just like the last seven years, it felt like some twisted nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

"Your leg's bleeding, Kayla!" he cried out. "Just be glad it missed your face - or I'd make Brittany wish she'd never been born!"

"It's okay, Sebastian," Kayla replied softly, her voice sweet. "I don't think Brittany meant to push me. Don't get so upset."

The man carefully set me down on the floor and had his assistant bring over some band-aids. My eyes stayed glued to Sebastian, barely noticing as they patched me up. I even forgot to thank them.

When I finally came to my senses, they were gone. Everything hurt, but at least nothing seemed broken.

I struggled to my feet and pushed through the crowd that had gathered around Kayla. Walking up to my parents and Sebastian, I saw the shock on his face - like he couldn't believe I was actually standing.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, barely glancing at me with cold eyes.

The others finally turned to look at me, as if just remembering I existed.

"Whatever, you look fine," Yohan snapped. "We need to get your sister to the hospital. Stay here - we'll deal with you when we return."

Sharon glared at me, her eyes clearly saying I'd be in big trouble later.

I locked eyes with Sebastian, not looking away until he started to squirm under my stare. Then, making sure everyone could hear me, I said loudly, "Sebastian, the wedding's off."