BOUND TO THE DEVIL; HIS TO RUIN

EpisodeTwo

"No! Dom!!!" Carla's sonorous scream pierced through the hall walls as blood poured out of Dominic's stab, spreading on his white dress-shirt in an uneven circle.

The knife is still lodged in his chest, and his painful eyes are locked on Violette's who pushed the knife deeper inside.

The guests let out horrified screams, and his parents began running up the stage together with Carla whose stomach is hindering her pace.

She almost slipped and fell, but Dominic's father—Mr. Bruno held her.

"Careful, don't hurt our baby" he said, and that lightened another spark in Violette's burning skull. Her eyes widened to the end of their widths.

They know.

They're aware. His friends are definitely aware too, and yet...they receive gifts from her.

She has been the only fool after all. She has been scammed for love.

The intense anger made her push the knife deeper into Dominic's chest again, making sure all of the blade went in.

Dominic fell with a heavy thud, his blood colouring the the marbled ground of the hall.

Most of the guests scurried out, and the officiant dialled the cops.

"Dom!" Carla knelt beside him with his parents and friends, his blood staining them too.

"Dom!!" She repeated, but the man didn't make the slightest move. His lids are tightly shut, and his heart stopped beating already.

A stabbed heart can't beat anyways.

Violette stood there, watching the mayhem with satisfied eyes and bloody hands. She's ready to bear the brunt, so far he's dead.

Carla looked up with tear-streaked eyes, her hatred for Violette finally getting uncovered, shimmering in every inch of her gaze.

"Stupid b***h! I'll kill you! Read my lips I'll end you!!!" She yelled in an all heated rage.

Violette's lips curled into a slow smile which spread as fast as wildfire, taking over her face.

"You're welcome, bloody betrayer"

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Walking out of a wedding hall in a bloody wedding dress with cuffed wrists and reporters from various stations photographing her is a scene Violette never imagined for herself in this lifetime.

She didn't even imagine it this morning while happily throwing her wedding dress on, but it's happening right now.

The flashlights from the reporters cameras nearly took her sight away as they struggled to capture her face.

The face of the first lady to stab her groom to death on the alter.

She'd surely make the news headlines interesting throughout this week, or even throughout the month.

She became a celebrity, not even in her modelling field but in the murder world. A sickening smile appeared on her dry lips since the lipstick has been wiped with her hand.

No single tear fell out of her eyes, she has promised herself not to cry. Even when Dominic's stupid friends are busy throwing hate at her from the crowd, even when the models from VIMI are cursing her.

She didn't blink as she got dragged by the cops towards the waiting van, and the door was opened.

She resisted when she was about to get thrown inside, and she looked back at the crowd.

The cameras captured her face closely this way, and she smirked, depicting nonchalance.

"If y'all think I'm mad, then try sharing my point of view by finding out your best friend is pregnant for your groom on your wedding day. The man you once aborted and nearly died for" She said simply.

She was finally pushed into the van where two cops hooked her to their middle and another one drove the van in the front.

Her promise to not cry got broken immediately the van engines roared to life, driving down the tarred road.

The piping tears ran out of her eyes, crushing her bravado at her feet.

Rising to absolute fame in VIMI, becoming the highest-paid model in the industry and spoiling herself with new cars every week. Going on monthly vacations with Carla and having the best date nights with Dominic.

Quiet the dream, right?

But the two people she embroidered with her dreams turned out to be the absolute curse—her doom.

Her tears poured in large rivulets, and the cuffs made clanging sounds on her wrists, reminding her of her situation again.

She looked down at the cuffs, and her tears poured on the metal in drops, making her sniffle.

"We finally have our own apartment! But you'll have to pay the largest part of the rent since you earn more than me. Let's make it 60/40"

Those were Carla's words when they got an apartment together during college.

"Of course, who'd pay the largest if not me? I'm like your big sis"

That had been her own reply, and she could remember they had a booze that night together with Dominic.

Just how fast the night changes. She was just a pawn in their twisted games. A foolish pawn.

A sudden clash jerked her out of her thoughts.

Something clashed with the van body outside, making her jump on her seat with the cops beside her.

"What's the situation?" The one on the right asked.

"There was a sudden collision" the driver replied, stopping the car with the aim of going out to check the cause, but that was it.

A truck appeared from the intersection, intentionally crashing into the van.

The collision was so unexpected, causing the van to somersault.

It flipped a number of times before finally landing upside down with flames emanating from its body.

Everyone in the car went unconscious with injuries to their bodies including Violette.

She got wounded on the forehead, and her blood was wetting her hair as her head is upside down.

The trickling blood made her eyes open, but she was dragged out of the van forcefully, making her shoes pull off her foot.

She was pushed into the truck by masked men she couldn't even see well because of her haziness.

The truck moved, screeching down the corner.