Chapter 1 - The Wedding Day Bruise
The private bridal suite was illuminated by the colorful, fractured light of a massive stained-glass window. It was supposed to be a room of joy, a quiet sanctuary before the grand wedding ceremony.
Instead, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
Marcus, a distinguished man in his sixties with sleek silver hair, a dark navy suit, and a sharp blue tie, stood frozen. He was looking at his daughter, Elena.
Elena was breathtaking in a custom white lace wedding dress, her dark hair styled in elegant waves. But ruining her flawless appearance was a dark, angry purple bruise swelling high on her left cheekbone.
Marcus gently touched his daughter's face, his hand trembling with a terrifying, suppressed rage.
"Who did this to you?" Marcus demanded, his voice a low, lethal whisper.
Before Elena could even answer, the heavy wooden door behind them swung open.
Julian, the groom, casually strolled into the room. He was a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a pristine white tuxedo jacket, a crisp white bow tie, and tailored black trousers. In his right hand, he held a crystal glass of expensive champagne.
He looked at Elena’s bruised face, and an arrogant, completely remorseless smirk spread across his lips.
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"Just teaching her a lesson," Julian said casually, taking a slow sip of his drink.
👉 What will the powerful father do when he hears the groom's sickening confession?
