SABRINA ULTRA

into his skin. He was in the middle of an idle conversation with his friends, and the force of his mot

him up short. "This is your wedding! You're supposed to be with your wife, not out here screwing like some irrespons

int had been wholly impressed, then turned and stormed off, heels clicking impatiently on the marble floor.Benedict clenched his teeth, pinioned and suffocating under the unrelenting grasp of h

m bursting. When he entered, he saw her immediately. Sabrina was sitting alone, her shoulders hunched, tears streaming down her face as she tried to hide her sobs.It irritated him even further. Always crying, he thought with bitterness. It was as if everything in her irrita

Can't even stop crying for one second?Sabrina gazed at him with her wet eyes, hurt etched on her face. But Benedi

s. "I never want to be around you. It disgusts me to the bone!Sabrina winced at wh

't try to talk your way out of this. You think I didn't notice the wa

Benedict's rage blotted it out."You never what?" he sneered, his breat

neered tears to make everyone pity you?

ever in her wildest dreams imagined to ever be the one who could trap him. She wanted all this

r voice laced with tears."Love?" he sneered, cas

beneath her heaving breaths as his words washed over her cruelly. She tried holding back the te

e looked down at her, offering her no comfort whatsoever. "And

the tears streaking down her cheeks, trying to compose herself. Her makeup was smeared and st

ence. "Let my mom see you in this condition, and she'll start giving me the side-

help mask that burning sorrow that poured from behind her eyes.As she exited, Benedict was standing right beside the door, expressionless on his face. No word was spoken to her; he simply stood there until she composed he

oor!" echoed the coordinator in a cheerful, bantering tone of voice, w

ict's icy touch, pretend everything is perfect, and to appear perfectly for the sake of appearances, this perfect bride.Benedict came closer to her. His jaw clenched. He caught her

dripping the venom. "You have e

f the dance floor. Everyone around them awaits that romantic moment to come.But there was nothing romantic in the touch of Benedict. His fingers were cold and re

Remember that always," he spat

ontinue following the rhythm of the music. Her legs felt as though they would give way beneath her. Her hands shook so much that she grasped th

weet, the opposite to what they had been in each other's throats about. As the music built up, Sabrina's heart broke a little more with every step. To everyone watching them, they appeared as the perfect couple. But beneath all this, there was noth

ed out the event planner, while everyone in the room gave

the middle of the dance floor-she had no one to respond to amidst the hundreds of people surrounding her.She stood there with the feeling of the crushing weight of the moment. She had dreamed this day for so long, imagining it would be all love and