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Chapter 43 | The Devil I Married

Author: Crimsontaless
last update publish date: 2026-05-28 23:13:56

Grace

My heart was hammering so violently I thought it would crack my ribs. The beautiful white wedding dress that had once looked like a dream now felt like a cage of lace and lies.

Eric’s words were still ringing in my ears- He killed Eric’s father. He planned everything.

I couldn’t breathe.

I twisted violently in Adrian’s arms, the silk train of my dress tangling around my legs. Tears streamed down my face, ruining the perfect makeup the maids had applied.

My bandaged hand throbbed as I r
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