In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.

But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.

" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.

Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.

I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

Seething through his veins is fury, increasing with every step he took away from Don, making Clarisse's call indistinct to his ears; the simmering rage ignites both profound grief and a strong desire for vengeance. His powerful, dangerous nature manifests in cold calculation, ready to unleash destruction on those responsible, all while masking his anguish with a facade of control, his face blank, his ears blocked from the world's sound as memories of tender moments with his brother flood back, now tainted by the cruel truth of his murder. Every smile, every shared laugh turns bittersweet, fueling his sorrow and stoking the inferno of his wrath, calculated thirst for vengeance that now drives his mind. 


Chapter 120: Chaos of feelings