Page 13 of Bound To You


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I pull back and give a sad smile as her eyes go glossy, showing me the regret in them. I squeeze her hands because, unbeknownst to her, this is our goodbye. Before she can say anything, my father grabs me in a bear hug, and she sighs before looking at me with furrowed brows, clearly knowing something will happen. She sits at the head table, watching me for a few minutes before Mattia grabs her attention.

Dickhead shouldn't even be here.

"I'm so proud of you, my girl," he says, emotionally, but I can't even take it seriously. He planned all this, after all. He sold off his only child to the Bratva. For power. I give him a little squeeze to keep up pretenses.

Damian's parents flank me, hugging me at the same time. I get a little emotional; they have both been there for me for years, knowing the situation with my parents, yet they still did this. I feel more betrayed than ever. I hug them back, then quickly move from their grip.

Maria quickly grabs my hands, squeezing them, and cheerfully states, "Finally, my daughter."

Dimitri chuckles while leaning down to kiss my cheek. I give him a small smile, causing Dimitri to frown a little with concern, but before he can say anything, Alexandr grabs me in a hug.

"You look amazing, sestra," he says, then kisses my cheek. His sister? Yeah, right. I thank him again with a small smile. He, too, looks at me with concern, then trades glances with his father and brother.

Shit, I'm going to blow everything if I don't try and act normal.

Damian pulls me to his side and kisses my temple, and I look up at him with all the love I used to feel to stop the concerned looks. When I turn toward his family again, they all smile, making me inwardly sigh in relief. Damian's best friend Sergi wraps an arm around my shoulders, causing Damian to growl and his family to chuckle. He kisses my head, giving me a little squeeze before he walks to his seat, and Damien's family follows. I was close to Sergi, since he was always around. However, he's still Damian's best friend and sovietnik, so he probably knew about this, too. I don't see how anyone can survive the betrayal I feel right now.

My husband guides me to our seats and helps me sit down. He offers me a glass of champagne and clinks our glasses before taking a drink. I put the glass to my lips and take the tiniest of sips to keep up pretenses, and he smiles, then leans forward, giving me a sweet kiss, and the guests clap and cheer.

For the next two hours, I endure speeches, the meal with Damian's hand on my knee, the first dance, a dance with my father, then Alexandr and Sergi, and the throwing of the bouquet, all while feeling nauseated.

It is hell!

I think I'm having a breakdown, knowing I can't last two more hours. People are now way past drunk, and dancing, and just before my husband disappears with Alexandr, he mentions leaving for the honeymoon suite early.

I can't do it.

I get up to go to the bathroom to come up with a better plan, one that will let me leave now.

I walk past all the drunk people shouting my name and blowing me kisses, and I put on a fake smile. Just as I am about to go down the hallway, Luna intercepts me, drunk out of her mind, clearly on her way to her room.

She looks at me and laughs out, "Did you know I fucked your fiancé three years ago? Twice. And I showed up at his penthouse last night in nothing but a coat and heels. He'll always come to me. You are nothing but a prude." She walks off, still cackling and stumbling up the stairs.

Well, now I don't feel guilty about the sleeping pills I put in her drink!

I shake my head. I knew my husband fucked my nasty cousin, and my gut was screaming at me with the truth this morning; it seems Zia Emilia wanted this wedding for her daughter and not her niece.

I go to turn right for the ladies’ room but stop short at the sound of my husband's voice.

"There's no fucking way you're pregnant with my kid, Candice," he growls.

I look around the corner and see Candice standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

Well, that explains why she crashed my wedding. I noticed the guards escorting her out of the ceremony through the window.

I pull my phone out and hit record. Maybe I can use this with the other video.

Candice smirks. "Well, last time I checked, you've fucked me at least three times a week since you were sixteen. It's not a surprise I'm knocked up; shall we go tell your new wife?"

Alexandr and Sergi are motionless, while Damian chuckles darkly.

"Yeah, we've fucked, but the only way I knocked you up is if I fucked your cunt. I haven't put my dick in your cunt since that time you claimed to be knocked up last year, and my father had to order an ultrasound when you refused to take a blood test. There was no baby then, and there sure as hell isn't one now. We both know I only fuck your mouth, and I always make sure you've swallowed it. I haven't even fucked your ass in a year, let alone your cunt." He leans in close, and she pales. "I'm not stupid enough to have my cum anywhere near you; you're just a hole to fuck. I even took my condoms with me when I left you each time. We're done here now."

Candice lets her tears fall as Mindy tries to comfort her. Damian goes to leave, so I quickly turn off the camera, and open a secure folder to save it in, ready for the next stage of the plan. I get ready to bolt but look up to see Candice grab his hand and apologize, saying she didn't want to lose him and what they had. She then wraps her arms around him. I watch in absolute heartbreak as his eyes go soft, and he lets her hold him close before wrapping his arms around her and mumbling something I can't hear. She nods and squeezes tighter, and I let my tears fall. Then I look to the other three. His brother and best friend shake their heads while Mindy smirks, taking pictures, probably for me to see.

Yeah, you're a little late, bitch. I already know!

This is the chance I've been waiting for. I look one more time, then I turn and run as quietly as I can up the stairs to the left, then go to the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. I keep drumming my fingers against my leg, while my other hand inputs the secure pin to the video folder and click on the video I want, then leave it, ready to play. There are two videos, one from today and one from two days ago. I make remove all my contacts, and wipe the recycling bin, too.

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