Chapter 13 - The Bitter Bride's Revenge
Back at the ballroom,
the guests had finally begun to leave,
leaving behind an empty hall,
filled with discarded flowers,
and broken dreams.
Vanessa sat on the edge of the stage,
her beautiful white dress torn at the hem,
her makeup ruined by tears of anger,
not tears of sorrow.
Her mother stood beside her,
pacing back and forth,
frantic with worry,
"This is a disaster,
Vanessa!"
"If Julian finds Clara,
he will find out everything!"
"He will find out what we did!"
Vanessa looked up,
her eyes narrowing into slits,
filled with a dangerous,
unforgiving light.
"He won't find her,"
she hissed,
pulling out her cell phone,
her fingers flying across the screen.
"I won't let that woman take everything from me,"
"not again."
She dialed a secret number,
holding the phone to her ear,
waiting impatiently for the connection.
"Listen to me,"
she said into the receiver,
her voice dropping to a dark whisper,
"Julian knows."
"He's heading to the cottage right now."
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"Handle it,"
"and make sure Clara never speaks again."
