Chap one🦋
I stared at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman in the mirror.
The stylist's brush danced along my collarbone, leaving a trail of shimmer like fairy dust. My veil floated behind me long, sheer, glowing white like a promise I still believed in. My lips were glossy, nude pink. My eyes soft with fluttering lashes.
To anyone else, I looked perfect. Radiant. A woman in love.
But I was shaking.
I whispered to myself, "He's coming. He said he loves me..."My fingers clutched the bouquet tighter. The soft echo of piano keys drifted in from the hall the song we'd picked together.
Then came the knock.
"Princess?"
My father stepped in, beaming. He looked so proud, like I was a trophy he finally got to show off.
"The guests are arriving. Everyone's talking about how stunning you'd look. Even Mr. Benson from the oil board is here."
I gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Dad."
He smiled back, then closed the door.
I waited.like an actual bride.
Five more minutes Then ten.
The music kept playing.
Fifteen minutes Then twenty.
Then finally the whispers began.
The pianist paused.
Then came the question. One voice from the crowd just loud enough:
"Where's the groom?"
And just like that, the air shifted.
"Is this a joke?"
"Did he get cold feet?"
"Maybe he ran away..."
I froze. My bridesmaids stood near the door, trying not to look at me.
I blinked. "He's coming," I murmured again, but this time, my voice cracked.
The wedding planner's phone buzzed. She stepped aside, answered quietly. Then she whispered something to the pastor. He looked toward me... and didn't say a word.
My heart slammed against my chest like it wanted out.
That's when I heard it a sharp gasp behind me.
"Dad?" I turned, just as he stumbled forward.His face contorted, his hand gripped his chest. He collapsed, right there in his tuxedo, right in front of everyone.
"No!" I screamed.
Guests surged forward. Phones came out. Cameras. Voices. Chaos.
"Call an ambulance!"
"Get him air!"
"What's happening?!"
"Where the hell is the groom?!"
i heard different voices whisper
I knelt beside my father, grabbing his hand. His eyes were open but dazed. My mother shoved me aside, screaming. The paramedics arrived within minutes, but it felt like hours.
The wedding was ruined.
People began to leave.
"Disgraceful."
"He didn't even show up."
"I told you he was trouble."
"That dress was custom-made. All that money... wasted."
"what if he plan to come late to the wedding or he is pulling a prank "
"late to his own wedding and what prank when the bride father is in the hospital bed right now "
i hope this is a prank but my body know it not .my husband dump me on my wedding dayI stood there in my white gown, numb. The bouquet fell from my fingers. My heels wobbled beneath me.
My mother turned on me like a loaded gun.
"This is your fault!" she screamed. "I told you that boy was too smooth! But you wouldn't listen! You always do this always bring shame!"
I said nothin because I couldn't speak.
Everything blurred.
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That night, I walked through the rain in my wedding dress. Alone.
The mascara had melted into my skin. My heel broke two blocks ago. I didn't care. I kept walking past the nice shops, the closed cafés, the empty streets.
I didn't even know where I was going until I saw it.
ROYAL DRAGON SLOT HOUSE
The neon sign flickered like a heartbeat. Red. Then gold and Then red again.
I stepped inside.
Music thumped against the walls. Loud. Crude. Wild.
The air reeked of sweat, perfume, cigars, and sex. Glitter clung to everything the walls, the poles, the half-naked dancers grinding on stage. Girls in tiny shorts and fishnets twisted around silver poles while men shouted and waved bills.
I was out of place A bride among wolves.
The bouncer squinted at me.
"Uh... welcome, Miss... Bride?"
"are you looking for your man? because we dont allow bride in here"
but someone fron afar wave their hand on the air and they kept quiet
I walked past him without a word.
Someone whispered behind me, "Is that a wedding dress?"
I kept going. My legs felt numb. My chest was hollow And then I saw him.
He sat in a VIP booth, surrounded by shadows. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a peek of skin, Tousled dark hair, Sharp jawline. Eyes like green fire.He didn't look like he belonged there either.He noticed me.
Our eyes locked.
He smiled slow, lazy, wicked Like the world bored him and I was finally something interesting
that wasn't my lost groom.
I walked toward him without knowing why and I sat beside him without asking.
He looked me up and down. "You look like a ghost bride."
I swallowed.Then whispered, "Sleep with me."the heavy word left my mouth in pace i cant believe i said that and also i didn't plan this i didn't plan to be sleep with a guy who is not my man i didn't plan to f**k around like a slot..i plan to keep my virginity for my man but my man didn't show up
He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"I need to forget," I said. My voice was trembling. "Tonight Everything. Just... do it. Please."
i really didn't want to go around begging stranger to have sex with me but i dont have a choice
He studied me for a long moment. He could've laughed. Said no Told me I was crazy.
Instead, he stood.
"Come with me."
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The hallway upstairs was covered in velvet. Deep red walls. Golden lights. Each step echoed like a drumbeat in my head.
He opened a door suite 407.
Inside, the lights were low and warm. A massive bed Soft music. A faint scent of wine and roses.
I stood frozen, rainwater still dripping from my hair.
"I don't know what I'm doing," I whispered.
He walked up behind me, slid his hands around my waist. "You don't have to know."
He pulled the veil from my hair gently, letting it fall. His fingers brushed my neck, warm and slow. My skin tingled.
"You're shaking," he murmured against my ear.
"Then warm me," I whispered back staring at his eyes stretching i wasn't talk enough to look at him well
He didn't rush just a gentle man
His hands moved to the back of my dress, tugging gently at the laces. One by one, he loosened them slow, deliberate, like he was unwrapping something fragile. His fingers grazed my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, so close I felt the words on my skin.
The gown slipped down my shoulders.I turned around, wearing nothing but lace and shame.
He tilted my chin up.
His lips met mine.
The kiss was soft at first. Just a whisper. Then deeper Rougher. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming.
My hands grabbed his shirt, yanking at the buttons.
"Please," I breathed into his mouth. "Just touch me."
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me to the bed, laid me down like something sacred.
He peeled off his shirt. Tattoos along his collarbone. A deep scar across his ribs. Muscles lean and tense.
He hovered over me, eyes locked with mine.
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
I shook my head. "No. I want this."
His lips kissed down my neck. My chest. My stomach.
His hands God, his hands were everywhere. Teasing. Stroking Burning.
He unclasped my bra, tossed it aside. His mouth found my skin, sucking gently, teasing until I gasped and moaned.
"You're so soft," he groaned. "So damn soft..."
My thighs parted on instinct. His hand slid down slowly tracing, circling, making me tremble.
"You're soaked and a Virgin," he murmured.
"I need you..." I choked out. "Please."
He stripped me completely Then himself.
And when he finally slid inside me
slow, deep, stretching me wide
I cried out.
He paused.
"You okay?"
I nodded, biting my lip. "Keep going."
He moved rhythmically, steadily rocking into me with long, deep thrusts that made me forget everything. My father collapsing The guests My mother's voice The church.
All of it disappeared.Only him. Only now.
He kissed me again, tongue tangled with mine. His hands on my hips, his body pressed tight to mine. Each thrust made me moan louder. He groaned into my neck.
"You feel like f*cking heaven," he gasped.
I arched beneath him, whimpering. The pressure built inside me like fire in my veins.
"I'm close," I whispered.
"So am I," he groaned. "Don't hold back."
And when I broke shuddering, gasping, crying out my ex name he followed right after, his body jerking as he cum inside me, his voice a hoarse growl against my ear.
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We collapsed Tangled Sweating Spent.silence filled the room.
His fingers stroked my hair.
Then, after a long pause, he lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke toward the ceiling.
"Feel better now?" he asked.
I turned my face to the wall looking shy
"No. But at least I don't feel anything."
He chuckled softly. "That's a start."
I didn't look at him because im going to regret so i had to back him
But he asked anyway."are you shy?"
"of course not"i said my ears burning like hell
"then look at me Remember you asked for this"
"i just cant"
"So... what was his name? The one who didn't show?"he said changing the topic
I closed my eyes angry at him.if i want to talk about him i wouldn't have come and ask you to sleep with me i would have talk to him straight and besides i didn't tell you to ask me stupid question i just request for sex dude
i breath in trying not to let my thoughts burst out "I... I don't wanna remember him"
He smirked."Funny. I never told you mine."