She turned her gaze to Lana now, eyes filled with fire. “And you,” she hissed, voice like a blade. “You’re no better. You think your teary confession makes you a saint? You think turning yourself in means anyone’s going to forgive you?”“I don’t expect forgiveness,” I said quietly.She bared her tee
And stopped just in front of the cops. This is what I deserved. What we deserved. This crime was unforgivable, we not only jeopardized the mental health of Elle and her friends, but also of a three month old baby girl who we had been selfish enough to involve in our sick and twisted games, and I tur
L A N A“I object,” Elle repeated, stepping further into the aisle, the soft tap of her heels echoing through the marble floor, her eyes never once leaving Mikhail. “Not just for myself. But for the truth. For this child.” She adjusted the baby gently against her shoulder, and the motion, so soft, s
something weary, wounded, and quietly begging for this all to end.Then I finally decided to speak. I couldn't bear seeing him this way. He had given up all hope. He looks like this because he doesn't want this, it was my job to give him hope."I will make things right, I promise you." I whispered,
And at the end of the aisle, Mikhail stood waiting. Tall. Imposing. Devastatingly handsome in a way that made every woman swoon and every man wary. But I didn’t see the man who once touched me like I was made of stars. I saw the man Emory had crafted from vengeance and pain. I saw the cage I was abo
L A N AFew hours before...No, I couldn't do this.I will never forgive myself if I go through with this. It frowned upon everything my parents had instilled in me. Every culture, every moral.It was an hour until my wedding, Emory had seized my phone, and took everything that would make me implica