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ambled to get out of bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. She couldn't be here. Tomorrow was her wedding day-the day she would fina

glow of a cigarette illuminating his icy, handsome face. He looke

ing a stray ash onto the expensi

Martin... are you sure? She's the city's top 'IT Girl.' She's your fiancée! Y

th, like silk, but it carried a chill that bit de

scream tore through the door and

hat are you doing... Get of

nsumed by the image of another woman-a woman covered in brutal, jagged scars. Chloe, don't blame me, he thought, exhaling a t

g in a high-security hospital wing when Brandon Jay approached him. "Liam, we found

over the bed where Sara lay. She was skeletal, a ghost of the

name with pure veno

shop-the man who was about

a storm of vengeance brewed beneath the surface.

ter-tenfold. A hundredfold." When Liam didn't answer immediately, Brandon's voice rose in a snarl. "What, getting cold

row," Liam had replied icily. "

s of gratitude Liam felt toward the Bishop family van

iling. Her clothes were torn, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Save me... Liam, save me!" Tears soaked

oked like a literal princess had walked toward him with unwavering steps. She had pointed at him and declared, "I choose him to be my fiancé." Back then, Liam was a social pariah.

sive shoe and pulled out his phone. He sent a q

this payment f

iam with pure disappointment. "You went soft in

want us to go this far. As for the wedding tomorro

, sav

t was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She frantically checked her silk pajamas. T

ysical wound. But if it wasn't a dream, how were her clothes perfect? An

as a name she hadn

slow her breathing. It's my wedding day. I'm j

d of her mother's cheerful voice from the hallway broke the tension.

r, her eyes misting over. Chloe was the undisputed "IT Girl" of the city. At 5'6" with a delicate frame and breathtaking curve

aby is finally getting married. Just focus on building a home w

s hand. "I'll be happy, Mom. I know

ut. "If he ever treats you wrong, you

m the doorway, his voice gruff but warm. "I

lly, her face glowing with pure joy. "Don't worry, Dad. Liam

e. He was the perfect man. Six years of history couldn't be erased by a bad dream. She di

ay on Liam's bed. She was skeletal, her pale skin a map of jagged scars. One side of h