Rebirth: Annabel's Revenge

Annabel Danny’s POVMy ears twitched to the soft moans coming from the room at the end of the long stairs. It’s none of my business right as I have important things to do rather than puck my nose into other people’s affairs. I was going to walk past as I was too excited to try on my long-awaited bridal clothes. It just got delivered and the joy of seeing the dress again was all over me. I was thrilled I was finally tying the knot with the love of my life.It was a white-laced gown flowing extensively behind me. I have seen it at the store and tried it on. But it still feels like I haven’t set my eyes on it.Zoe followed me to the store to pick up the dress and ask the designer for a few alterations. This was to make the dress to my perfect personal taste. Zoe and I aren’t best friends, she’s my step-sister and we never get along. However, these few weeks have been promising since she picked interest in the wedding preparations. She was ready to be part of my big day. I kept walking

“How dare you, Anny?” Dad’s words came with a resounding slap that landed me right on the floor. The train of my dress was now tangled with my toes and I was struggling to free my leg from the cluster of the dress.My gaze went up instantly as I heard a familiar voice that held so much mockery, “Dad, she’s a total shame to this family,” Zoe was standing right in front saying what I couldn’t understand. She should be ashamed and not me, what was she saying then?With all the strength I could garner, I tried standing so I could ask what was going on, but another slap from my father glued me to the ground. “Why are you standing, you criminal?” Second painful slap in a few minutes without the knowledge of what I had done. “Dad, you can’t keep slapping me, what have I done?” I found myself asking amidst sobs.“Why are you pretending Anny? I’ve already informed everyone of your shameless acts. How you have been sleeping around with different male members of the park, including how you were

REALITY KICKS INAnnabel Danny’s POVFor the umpteenth time, I shot a glance at myself through the mirror. I can’t believe this is me, no matter the number of times I try to accept my new reality.I look so damn hot! I wore a flowing dress, the fabric swirled around my legs with each graceful step. It was a deep shade of black that stuck to my body like my second skin. A visible deep V cut made the curves of my breasts swell, and its hem fluttered like a whisper with every movement.I grabbed the oxblood bag and slipped on oxblood heels. I double checked my deep shade of burgundy hair that was loosely pinned up, with soft tendrils framing my face. Rubbing the back of my neck as if it’d make me less nervous, I made my way out of the room.The sound of my heels tapping against the polished floor gave me out as everyone shifted their gaze to me. My breath caught in my throat at the number of people that swarmed the pack house.“To the Moon Goddess who decided to return Elizabeth to us!”