Chapter 6

"I'll expose your true nature to everyone tomorrow," Flynn said with icy contempt.

The following day, the betrothal celebration commenced.

I gazed at my reflection, clad in a cream-colored dress, as the cosmetician meticulously masked the marks on my throat.

"Livia, how are you feeling?" Javier inquired gently, entering after a soft knock, his expression worried.

Since the previous night's incident, he'd been trying to reach me constantly. I remained silent, only asking for his trust.

"I'm okay," I answered, mustering a fake grin. "It's time. Shall we?"

We proceeded towards the reception area, but Flynn intercepted us at the doorway.

He stood there in dark attire, champagne flute in hand, his icy stare fixed upon us. "Dear sister, won't you share a toast with your brother?"

He approached, his tone menacing.

Reflexively, I retreated, feeling Javier's arm encircle my waist protectively.