BOUND TO THE DEVIL; HIS TO RUIN

"All done, sweetheart" Carla's excitement-filled voice spilled into the bridal suite as she finished zipping up the wedding dress. Violette stepped in front of the full length mirror, her ethereally beautiful face showing just how awed she is. The makeup glowed in unison with her pristine skin, and the dress is just as perfect. It's a masterpiece of lace and silk with delicate florals and intricate patterns that shimmered in the light. The fitted mermaid silhouette hugged her curves, accentuating her waist and flaring out in a dramatic train that cascaded down. A warm smile graced her face as she turned around, hugging Carla dearly. "Can't believe you're finally getting married to Dominic, he's so lucky to have snatched my sweetheart away" Carla gushed, breaking the hug to hold Violette's hands. "I'm the lucky one, Carla. Five years with no single day of pain? He's my lucky charm, and I definitely can't wait to walk down the aisle with him. I'm impatient!" Violette gushed right back, her happiness over the top as the veil swirled on her hair bun. "Just few more minutes, sweetheart" Carla reassured. "I have you to thank. All of these wouldn't have happened without you" Violette's eyes was filled with respect as she spoke. Despite Carla's pregnancy, she took it upon herself to prepare this wedding hall and even payed for it herself. She did Violette's makeup too since she's a cosmetologist, and Violette's shoes were also gifts from her. They've been best friends since they were teens, and they did everything together, relying on each other as they're both orphans. While Carla is a door-to-door cosmetologist, Violette is a model who's only just starting to gain recognition in the Vogue Italian Models Industry (VIMI) She met Dominic in the last year of highschool, and it's been rainbows and unicorns since then. Dominic might be from a poor family, but at least...he loves her dearly, and she'd do anything so far it gets a smile on his face. "You're my best friend, and I've been dreaming of doing this for you. You only have to prepare for my baby shower after your marriage" Carla said sweetly, and Violette's laughter bloomed. She brought her hand down to Carla's protruding tummy, rubbing it carefully. "I can't wait to meet the father. You've always been avoiding the question anytime I asked" "You'll meet him soon, trust me sweetheart" Carla carefully backed out, picking her phone out of her bag that's sitting on a chair. "Will be back in a jiffy. I need to make a call" she said. "Don't take long" Violette replied warmly, and Carla exited. With another sweet smile, Violette faced the mirror again, checking herself out and imagining how smitten Dominic would look when he sees her in this dress. He's probably waiting by the hall double doors already, and she's starving to set eyes on him too. For a second, she wished her parents were here to witness today, but she brushed the thought away as fast as it came. Her eyes suddenly caught Carla's bag on the chair, a white paper is peeping out of it, about to fall off. "So clumsy" Violette purred, taking the paper with the intention of tucking it into the bag properly, but what she saw on the other side of it stopped her. It's not just a paper, it's a picture. A picture which made sudden sweat roll down her backline, a picture which made her throat go dry. It's a picture of Dominic, her husband-to-be, and Carla. In the picture, Dominic is on a knee, kissing Carla's baby bump while Carla stroked his hair with an hand, her lips heavy with laughter. Violette staggered involuntarily, and her ankle twisted in her right shoe, making a sharp sound. She's seeing things, isn't it? She blinked her eyes, but the picture still stood there in her hand, looking the same. Her breaths coiled in her lungs, and her chest tightened as sweat soaked her face. The room suddenly felt like it was closing her in, and she ran out of it, her twisted ankle the least of her problems. Her dress was sweeping the ground as she ran down the silent white hallway, looking for Carla. Where is she? She needs to tell her this is her own imagination, that it's fake. Violette ran past a washroom, but the voices she heard inside made her stop, then she took two steps back. The words came loud and clear. "Are we really gonna do this today again? I already explained things to you. I have to marry her if we want to live fine for the rest of our lives. You're pregnant, and we need money for the baby to come alive" Unmistakably, that's Dominic's voice. Violette felt a sting in her head, and it became hazy, but the second voice ruined her more. "I understand she's starting to rise to fame in the industry, and that's why you need her, but I'm scared. What if you fall for her after this wedding" The voice was Carla's. "No silly way, how could I fall for her? She loves me more than herself and it's stupid. You're the woman for me, Carla, and I can't wait to welcome our baby with her money" Dominic replied. Violette's breaths turned sour, and her insides burned with infernal betrayal. A volcano erupted, and she fell deep into it. Tears fell down her eyeballs, and her two hands dropped beside her, her fingers shaking. The sound of Dominic and Carla's kiss reached her, and she had to cover her mouth so the sound of her cries would be muffled. Everything Dominic has till now, she got for him, ranging from the first to the last decent wear in his wardrobe. She payed his rents, fed him and took care of his final year college tuition, all from her modelling gigs. After college, she discovered she was pregnant for him, and Dominic sweet-talked her into abortion, saying they still had a long way to go. The abortion landed her in coma for half a year as she was unlucky to meet a quack doctor, and she almost died. Now Carla—her best friend is carrying a baby for him? They've been fooling her?. Her world crashed in devastation, and her heart followed, shattering with the pieces burnt away. She looked at the door again, the haunting kissing sounds still persistent. The venom sank deep into her soul, and she wiped the tears. --- [Twenty minutes later] The double doors to the main hall opened, revealing the bride and the groom to the waiting eyes of the guests who welcomed them with applauses. They're Dominic's friends and parents, and few models from VIMI who came for Violette. Violette had always dreamt of a loud, grand wedding, but for Dominic, she was ready to go low according to the size of their bank accounts. Her hazel eyes shone radiantly as her smile reached her lids, but the redness in the corner of her eyes was unhiden. She had gone back to the suite to retouch her makeup earlier before coming back to meet Dominic by the door entrance. Her freesia bouquet sat dutifully in her right hand while the left hand is linked with Dominic's arm. Dominic's tailored suit made him look expensive, all thanks to Violette's hard-earned money. They're the same height, so when he looked at her and gave her a wide smile, their eyes mirrored, and she returned the smile, staring deep into his soul—the soul she can't wait to rip to bits. As they walked down the aisle with clapping guests left and right, Violette's eyes roamed the hall, landing on Carla who's sitting on the front row, her tummy bulging in front of her as she clapped louder than everyone else. Carla's eyes were giving that fake look she always maintained whenever she called her 'sweetheart' Bloody sweetheart. She should have seen through her facade, but her smiles were too well presented to be suspected. Now that the truth is out, she'd make sure the baby ends up fatherless no matter the price she has to pay for it. Dominic doesn't deserve the air in his lungs. He's better dead. From her peripheral vision, she sighted a man in black, wearing a black cap too in the middle of the guests. He's definitely not part of Dominic's circle of friends, and he's not a model from VIMI either. His eyes are solely on her, and he looks intentional and fierce with his obviously buff build which bulged through his shirt. Who's he? Violette shook her mind off it, deciding to concentrate on her mission. Nothing would make Dominic live to see the light of another damn day. She held the bouquet tighter, refining her smile when she finally arrived at the front where the officiant is waiting with the vow books which were engraved with gold foil letterings. The clapping stopped, and the officiant passed the first book to Dominic who took it gleefully. The second book was passed to Violette, but instead of taking it, she took that as her cue to strike. Her eyes moved away from the officiant so fast, and she slipped a knife out of the bouquet in her hand. She had taken it from the wedding cake. 'Shocked' is an understatement for what the guests and officiant felt when she faced Dominic whose eyes already turned pale in terror. "Vi. . .vio. . ." "Go father the baby in hell," She spat, sinking the knife into his chest before muttering; "Bastard"