I Walked Away from My Death in a Wedding Dress — Novel

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In a world where love and vengeance intertwine, Amara’s life is shattered when she discovers the dark secrets buried beneath Grayson Locke's charming facade. Just days before their wedding, she stumbles upon a twisted scene that reveals the depths of betrayal lurking in their relationship. Grayson’s past re-emerges with a vengeance, dragging Amara into a dangerous game of power and manipulation, where every decision could cost her dearly.

As whispers of his ex-wife's return echo through the city, Amara wrestles with the haunting memories of loss and the chilling realization that her future may be nothing more than a cruel illusion. How can she trust the man who once vowed to protect her, especially when his loyalty is tested by a past he can’t escape? With every revelation, the stakes grow higher, and Amara must confront not only Grayson’s demons but also her own fierce determination to reclaim her life.

In a tale of love laced with betrayal, can Amara find the strength to rise from the ashes of her broken dreams? Or will the ghosts of the past consume her entirely?

I Walked Away from My Death in a Wedding DressChapter 1

Amara's POV

I was kidnapped by Grayson Locke’s ex-wife, the woman he hated the most. Right in front of him, she beat me with a steel rod until the three-month-old baby in my womb was gone.

“Grayson, this is the price for loving her! If you want revenge, kill me in this bed!” she screamed.

Later, when I was rescued, he stabbed her womb, stripped her naked, and threw her into the slums.

After that day, everyone in Chicago knew that I was Grayson’s weakness.

But a week before our wedding, I walked into the bridal shop’s fitting room and froze. There he was, pinning her against the wall. His hands trembled as he kissed the scars on her bare back, tender and full of guilt.

Alyssa Hartwell bit down hard on his throat. “These scars are what you owe me, Grayson. How are you planning to repay them?”

He whispered hoarsely, “How do you want me to pay you back?”

Smirking, she answered, “I want Amara to suffer like I did. I want her to live through the same hellish slum I did.”

Grayson went quiet for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. “Fine. If that’s what you want.”

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