AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You picked the wrong fight,” I growl.
With a swift blow to the jaw, I render him unconscious, leaving him sprawled out on the ground.
With the threat neutralized, I waste no time. I follow the faint trail of light. As I draw closer, the sound of a rough, muffled voice grows louder, mingled with the clang of metal.
My grip tightens on my weapon.
Finally, I reach the source of the noise in a dark chamber. I move cautiously, keeping to the side as I scan the room for any sign of Dion.
Then, I see him—a bloody figure in the far corner, bound and gagged.
51
ARIA
Standing by the window in the bridal suite, I reach for my burner phone with the desperate hope to find a message from Dion, but before I can even unlock it, a voice cuts through the air like a blade.
“He won’t reply to you.” I freeze, fingers hovering over the screen, my heart lurching in my chest. I turn slowly and meet Andrew’s smug gaze.
I stare at him, dumbfounded, trying to process his words. “What do you mean?” The quiver in my voice betrays my unease.
“He’s made his choice,” he replies, his tone dripping with malice, but doesn’t say anything else.
“Y-you’re not supposed to be here, Andrew,” I say, backing up. “You shouldn’t see the bride before the wedding.”
Andrew laughs and it’s a wicked sound. “We both know this isn’t a traditional wedding, Aria. I don’t give a fuck about what you look like,” he spits. “I’m just here to let you know that any flicker of hope you had that your one true love, Dion, would come and rescue you, is a waste of energy.”
“What did you do?” I breathe out. My heart is about to leap out of my chest.
He puts his hands in his pockets. “That’s none of your concern. He’s no longer a problem.”
My fingers instinctively clamp onto my stomach, as if I can physically hold back the sickness rising within me, Andrew’s words hitting me like a punch to the gut.
My breath comes in short, ragged gasps. The room feels like it’s closing in.
Andrew moves closer, cornering me against the wall. I can’t stop myself from shaking, both from fear and revulsion. His breath reeks of alcohol as he leans in, his hands groping me roughly. “You better keep your mouth shut or you’ll regret it.”
I try to push him away, but his grip tightens, fingers digging into my skin.
“Get off me!” I scream.
That’s when I feel his hand move lower, grabbing my crotch with force. In a surge of desperation, I swing my fist with all my might, aiming straight for his stomach. The impact sends him staggering back, but before I can even move away, his hand comes crashing across my face with a sharp crack.
Pain explodes along my cheek, and I stagger backward, tasting blood in my mouth. My vision blurs for a moment as I struggle to stay upright.
Andrew moves toward me again and I yelp, stumbling along the wall.
And then, a sudden presence fills the room.
I look up to find Dion standing in the doorway, his eyes ablaze with rage.
For a moment, time seems to freeze.
“Dion...” I manage to choke out. Here’s here. He’s alive.
His face is marred by bruises and cuts, clothes stained with blood, his nose fractured. The paleness of his skin speaks of sleepless nights and days spent in darkness.
His eyes lock onto mine and he notices the red stains on my lips.
