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FLASH MARRIAGE TO MY EX FIANCE'S FATHER

FLASH MARRIAGE TO MY EX FIANCE'S FATHER

Dumped at the altar, she shocks everyone by marrying her ex-fiancé's father on the spot. Now she's trapped in a scandalous marriage with a ruthless billionaire, while her ex becomes obsessed with winning her back. But the biggest danger isn't the forbidden love... It's the secrets her new husband is hiding.
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Chapter 2

The hall felt colder than it had the day before. The echo of laughter, whispers, and camera clicks still lingered in Selena's ears like a cruel symphony she could not escape. The people she had known her whole life-all the familiar faces dressed in silk and satin-were now strangers to her, their eyes heavy with judgment and gossip. Her bouquet, once pristine and sweet-smelling, drooped in her hands. Tiny petals clung to her fingers, sticky with the thorns she hadn't noticed before. The roses felt like a metaphor for her life at that moment: beautiful on the surface, but hiding a painful sting beneath. Adrian. Her fiancé. The man she had trusted with her heart. The man she had believed loved her enough to walk through life together. And yet... he had not shown up. Her vision blurred as she scanned the room. Faces were pointed at her. Phones lifted toward her. Every whisper was a needle. "Bride abandoned at the altar..." "I can't believe it..." "Her best friend..." Her legs felt heavy. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. She wanted to run. She wanted to vanish, to escape into the streets where no one knew her, where no one could mock her heartbreak. But she could not move. She could not run. Because somewhere deep in her chest, beneath the humiliation, there was a fire. A fire that whispered: You cannot let this define you. Selena's father, seated rigidly in the front row, finally stood, his face taut with both anger and embarrassment. "Adrian!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the cavernous hall. "Where is he? Does he even realize what he's done?" Adrian had no answer. There was no apology. There was nothing. Her mother clutched at her pearls, her hands trembling. "Selena, my darling..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "I... I'm so sorry." Selena swallowed the lump in her throat. Her mother's sympathy should have comforted her. Instead, it felt like another reminder: the world had turned against her. And not just the strangers in the hall-but the people she had trusted most. Then she saw Lila. Her so-called best friend, standing off to the side, her expression carefully neutral but betraying a faint hint of triumph. She had been the one to steal him-right from under Selena's nose. The realization hit Selena like a punch to the stomach. Six months. Her mind kept repeating it, as if saying it over and over might make it untrue. Six months. Six months of lies. Six months of smiling while pretending everything was fine. Six months of planning, scheming, and pretending to care, only to take the one thing Selena had loved most. Selena's lips trembled, and a cold, bitter laugh escaped. Not a joyous laugh. Not one of relief. But sharp, dangerous, and low, as if she were warning herself as much as anyone else: I am not defeated. Adrian finally arrived-or rather, he stepped into view, with Lila at his side. The sight was surreal. He walked with the calm confidence of a man who had already made his choice, who had weighed her feelings and found them irrelevant. "Selena..." he began, voice smooth, almost rehearsed. "I... I-" Her voice cut him off before he could speak another word. "Why?" Her single word carried the weight of betrayal, pain, and fury. Her nails dug into her palm. "Why today? Why now? Why at the altar, in front of everyone?" Adrian's jaw tightened. "It's not about the timing. I-" "It's everything!" she snapped, stepping forward, the heels of her shoes clacking against the marble. "You humiliated me. You humiliated my family. And you humiliated yourself. Did you think anyone here would respect you after this?" Adrian's mouth opened, then closed. No words came. She saw the crowd's reaction. Some tried to hide their shock, but most could not. Eyes were glued to her, phones raised, cameras clicking. The whispers grew louder, a dull roar that seemed to echo inside her skull. Lila, predictably, attempted to speak. "Selena, I-" "Don't." Selena's voice, icy and low, cut through the murmurs. She stared directly into Lila's eyes. "Don't pretend. Don't apologize. Don't make it about anything other than the fact that you stole everything from me. You don't get to smile. You don't get to justify yourself. You don't get anything." Lila's face paled. The carefully crafted mask of innocence she had maintained for months slipped for just a fraction of a second. Selena saw it. And for the first time, she realized just how little fear this so-called friend had shown for her feelings until now. Adrian, standing a few feet away, finally spoke, his voice tight with frustration. "Selena, this isn't fair. You're overreacting-" "Overreacting?" Selena's laugh was bitter, sharp, and full of venom. "Overreacting? You left me at the altar, Adrian. You gave my heart away to someone else. And you expect me to nod and smile?" The sound of her own voice, steady and loud, gave her an unexpected power. The fire in her chest grew hotter. I will not be pitied. I will not be laughed at. I will not be forgotten. Adrian's expression hardened. "You're being dramatic. It's just a wedding-" Selena's laugh, low and dangerous, cut him off again. "Just a wedding?" She stepped closer, her gaze burning. "You think this is just a wedding? Do you have any idea what you've done? The humiliation? The embarrassment? The fact that everyone here is going to remember this moment for the rest of my life?" The crowd held its breath. Cameras continued to click. Her family's faces were pale, but no one dared interrupt. Even Lila's triumphant smirk faltered slightly under the intensity of Selena's rage. Selena's chest heaved as she took a deep breath. "You're lucky," she said quietly, almost to herself. "You're lucky I don't crush you where you stand." Adrian's face turned red with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You-you can't-" "You're right," she said softly, shaking her head. "I can't. Not yet. But I will. Soon. And when I do... you will regret this." The air between them crackled with tension. Not just hurt, but a dangerous promise. Her parents hurried to her side, trying to calm her, but Selena gently shook them off. "No. I need to stand here. I need them to see me. I need them to see what betrayal does." The whispers in the room shifted from shock to curiosity. What is she going to do? She looks... different. Powerful. Selena straightened, her gaze sweeping the room. The humiliation she had felt moments ago was still there, gnawing at her heart. But it was no longer the only thing. Something else had taken root: clarity. I cannot trust anyone but myself. I will not be weak. And I will not forgive what has been done to me so easily. She clenched her fists, ignoring the prickle of tears threatening to fall. They would not see her cry. They would see her rise. Adrian's eyes widened, uncertainty creeping in. For the first time since this nightmare had begun, she noticed fear flicker in his gaze. And for the first time, she realized: the power had shifted. It would take months. Years even. But she would make them all pay for this betrayal-especially Adrian. And as she stood there, in the center of the grand hall, facing everyone who had witnessed her shame, Selena felt a spark ignite in her chest-a dangerous, unstoppable fire. This was only the beginning. The ultimate betrayal was still to come.

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