I was scared. I could die, but not like this… not yet. What if I couldn’t return? I didn’t know where the strength came from, but I shoved the person in front of me, knocking over the eternal lamp my mother lit for Emily. It hit the floor, set the curtains on fire and soon the whole villa was burning.
“You little brat! How dare you start a fire!”
While they panicked, I ran out, dragging my injured leg. The villa had cameras everywhere, so they didn’t dare chase me.
Wearing my bloodstained wedding dress, I limped onto the street, dragging my broken leg, trying to catch a taxi to the hotel.
Maybe I looked too frightening and no taxi stopped. Finally, a kind woman pulled over and I begged her to take me to the hotel.
The hotel belonged to my father and the staff knew me. So when they saw me, no one dared to stop me.
When I entered the hall, my brother and parents were happily greeting guests. But their smiles froze the moment they saw me.
Reporters from all over were at this famous wedding. When I suddenly appeared, they rushed over to take photos.