My father stormed into the room, his face ashen with fury as he took in the wreckage.
“You really are beyond redemption!”
Pointing at me, he barked at the guards:
“Bind her! Even if you have to carry her, drag her to the wedding stage! I will watch her marry with my own eyes today!”
I had no strength left to resist. My hands and feet were tied with rope, and tape sealed my mouth.
As I was dragged out of the estate, I caught sight of Sophie.
She was dressed like a true princess, my mother clinging affectionately to her arm.
They were radiant, ready to attend my wedding.
My mother frowned slightly at the sight of me being dragged along and ordered the guards:
“Hurry up! Don’t keep Mr. Dawson waiting.”
Then, with a cold sneer:
“Sophie, come on. Don’t look at her anymore—you’ll dirty your eyes. After today, our family will finally have peace.”
I was tossed into the back seat of a car. After a rough, jolting ride, we arrived amid the sound of blaring music and celebration.
I knew—this was my grave.
A burly man hauled me into a dressing room, where several people smeared grotesque makeup on my face until I looked like something out of a horror film.
They said this was Mr. Dawson’s special request.