Betrayed Bride, Vengeful Heart

happiest day of my life. The same was

fforded on our own. We were marrying into the Beaumont family, a name that meant power and unimaginable we

r. Miller and Mr. Clark, stood in the front row, their faces shining with a pride that made my heart ach

lasted for le

begun when a sharp scre

as standing near the garden entrance. Her designer dress was torn at the should

ing directly

obbed, her voice carrying across the si

mask of confusion. Mr. Clark just look

Ethan moved. Their faces, which had been smili

n roared. His voic

rk. They didn' t ask questions. They didn' t hesitate. Th

ensive tuxedo felt stiff and foreign under my hands. "That' s my

id of the affection I thought we shar

aid, his voice low and dangerous. "Your father and

han' s sleeve. "Ethan, please, listen to me

d. "Innocent? They assaulted Bella! They

tting flesh. The grunts of pain. Our fathers weren' t f

ed Liam, my voice breaking.

y his nephew. A strange look of devotion softened his features fo

Get on your knees and apologize for what your disgusti

s wide with horror and disbelief. The sounds of the beating w

d no

The fine lace of my wedding dress pooled around

d towards

ords tasting like poison in my mouth.

ard to speak, just noddi

r of something triumphant in her tea

the sounds faded, replaced by an awful silence. The securi

feet and ran, Soph

ill. Their faces were swollen and bleeding. Their rented suits wer

d, fumbling for a phone that was

me with a look of cold disappointment. Ethan had his arm aro

aid calmly. "They need

n any physical blow. In that moment, the ma

he white of my dress. His eyes fluttered open,

, tears blurring my vision. "I'

ent hall, at the silent guests w

with a rage I had never felt before. "I reg

ought I had for him died right there, on th