Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance
Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
A Divorce He Regrets
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
She walked down the makeshift aisle, her hands at her side, her face covered in dried blood and dirt, her clothes torn and dirty, her hair in disarray. The salty, coppery taste in her mouth reminded her of the abuse she has endured earlier this morning and her jaws ached from where she had been hit. But there was a glow in her eyes and she held her head high, her steps regal... Just like the princess she was expected to be.
The air was filled with smoke and roaring blaze of fire rang in her ears, reminding her of the destruction that had befallen her kingdom this morning, her body shaking, she tried to appear calm and collected while her heart pounded in her chest.
People stared at her as she walked down the aisle, gasps and murmurs filled the air. While some watched her with awe, others did with hatred and disgust. She couldn't care less. They weren't her concern.
Instead her eyes were settled on the exquisitely dressed man at the end of the aisle, a gentle smile on his face. Dexter, King of Madonia. The reason her kingdom fell. He was the one she was about to marry. And no, she wasn't forced to do this. She reached the end and took his outstretched hands, letting him pull her to raised pavement. The priest cleared his throat nervously reciting some things.
She could barely listen to him as her eyes watched the man before her. Huge, so huge he was dominating. Dark curly hair and grey eyes that looked silver on sunlit days. Broad shoulders and heavily calloused hands held her soft ones. A scar on right eyebrow and one his lips. The title 'Tryant King' fit him to a tee. This man was a very scary man.
But he was smiling at her and his eyes held the gentlest light. She returned with one of her own, albeit forced.
"You look beautiful today." He murmured, his deep voice making shivers work it's way through her skin. She swallowed, her heart racing even as her eyes stung.
"Thanks for the compliment, your majesty. I apologise I couldn't take care of my appearance more properly." She replied, her voice murmur
"Don't worry, after this ceremony. You'll be wearing the best of clothes and perfumes." He told her. She regarded him for a while before nodding.