Bound By Blood
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y, the beautiful white dress hugging my skin, it was a day of happiness for all except me. Bei
oddess, please, anyone but him. Alas, I couldn't do anything about it
y the maid as she called out t
s we continued on our way. Rumors rang in my head of how he murdered people in cold blood and fed on their flesh. His
aced. I could feel my beats hitting
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anning the familiar walls, but security was tight. I had no oth
reatened to betray my facade as we made our way to the gatherin
y arrival. Draped in wine red from head to toe, my father exuded an ominous aura, devoid of any expressio
here he was, dressed in black, his face covered with a mask as black
una Freya Hawthorne,"
felt my feet go numb.
Clap
r. The huge door creaked open as I stood at the begin
in slowly as the cheers continu
n't help but listen to the whisper
tting married
she'll di
t alive, no one ever
unding alarm. It was too late to do anyth
ien with my head bowed slightly. My hands trembled unco
s had it that he had burnt scars all over his face and
es? "We're gathered here to join Freya and Lucien
I didn't want this, but of course, I'm the one who has to sacrifi
touch me. My mind clouded with ugly images of his eyes from the description of ot
charming sliver eyes and from his clothes, I could tell he had amazing biceps. Lost
his gaze jolting me
r custom," John said chuckling nervously. He let out
im. This was the moment of truth, all the rumo
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d face was perfect, his thick black hair arranged meticulously enhancing his face, his perfect physique, his charmi
on us. "I have nothing to say," Lucien said agitated, his voice de
John asked, "Do you have
ded timidly sh
ower vested in me, I
h cheers and applau
de," John said excitedly
Kiss me? It was my first kiss, even though he's really handsome, I co
mbrace. It was Lucien. With one hand on my waist, he cupp
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k my lips into his. I didn't know how to, so I followed the movement o
s wrapped round his ne
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rip as he straightened his back. It felt awkward kissing someone you don't lov
ands in his as he led me out of the hall. Flowers were thrown o
conflicting emotions course through me. He's my husband a