Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
The notary my father hired, a mafia man who’s known to do marriages with unwilling brides, clears his throat. “Dearly beloved. We have gathered here today to celebrate the union of Luca De Vos and Jas—Jill Baas.” He clears his throat again. “To join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
Jill briefly glances to the back, where Jasmine is seated and crying her eyes out in silence.
But I want all of her attention.
All of it.
So I squeeze her hand, and whisper, “Look at me.”
She sneers, “I don’t want to.”
I lower my eyes. “Did you forget I’m carrying more than just a huge dick?”
Her pupils dilate, and it’s the best thing ever. God, even after three years, nothing has changed. I still can’t get used to how gorgeous she looks when she’s all riled up because of me.
The notary flips through the pages, forcing us both to shut up. “Luca, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
I don’t take my eyes off hers even though she’s almost spitting fire at me. “I do.”
“And Jill, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
Jill grinds her teeth and gazes at her parents, who do nothing but stoically stare ahead. Of course, they don’t care about her or her feelings. She betrayed them.
By running away from her obligations, she ran away from fate itself.
And fate always catches up with you one way or another.
“We’re waiting,” I say, raising a brow at her.
Too fucking late for second thoughts.
She was already mine the second she stepped into this church.
And now I’ll take what always belonged to me.
I pull out my gun and point it at Jasmine’s head. The entire room gasps.
“Say it,” I say through gritted teeth.
Jill blinks away a single tear that still manages to roll down her cheek. “I … do.”
The word spills out of her mouth as slowly as the tear falls to the floor.
At that moment, it’s as if the earth stands still, and all that’s left is my eyes connecting with hers as she begs me without words to spare whatever is left of her dignity.
A smirk forms on my face as I pull back the gun and tuck it back where it belongs. Everyone in the audience, especially Jasmine, breathes a sigh of relief. And I don’t know whether I’m happy or a little bit disappointed that she didn’t actually give me an excuse to shoot.
After all, my heart enjoys nothing more than hurting that family as much as they have hurt mine.
The little girl carrying the glitter steps forward with a pillow holding two golden rings in her hands. Jill’s face turns white as snow as the girl brings the rings forward and waits until we have both picked one up.
I don’t stop staring at Jill, not even as her whole body begins to shake at the thought of having to put that ring around the same finger that will be inside her pretty little pussy later.
But we’ll get there soon.
“With this ring, I promise to give you everything I have to give,” I say, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
Her hand reluctantly rises to meet mine, her eyes quickly darting to her sister like she’s saying a final goodbye. I grasp ahold of her whole hand and squeeze it to make her look at me. No one gets her attention except me as I push the ring onto her finger, sealing my ownership over her.
She almost squashes my ring in her fist as I hold my hand out for her.
Grinding her teeth, she mutters, “With this ring, I promise to make your life a living hell.”
Her mother gasps, but I can only laugh.
It’s endearing she thinks I’ll be the one to regret my decision.
Oh no, little bunny … our fun has only just begun.
As she pushes it onto my ring finger, I lean in to whisper into her ear, “The second you ran away from me, you chose your own fate, Jill. And now I will never, ever let you go again.”
I can feel the rage burning off her body like a blazing fire, and it makes me as hard as a rock. I can’t fucking wait to go home, rip this tight wedding dress off her pretty little body and make her scream.
Suddenly, she leans in, catching me off guard as she tears the gun away from me and points it at me. “Make me the fastest fucking widow,” she spits.