The Fake Foolish Bride's Secret Comeback

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ody forward, launching herself off

clamped onto the deep V-neckli

the full deadweight of her body falli

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f tearing fabric expl

le. The expensive fabric gave way, complet

Her brain sh

shriek that rivaled Clara's, her hand

lled her knees to her chest, buried her

and snot. She pointed a shaking finger at Keshia's half-naked tor

it the room

r eyes darted from Keshia's exposed black lace to Clara's sobbing f

olent shade of purple. Th

ked, completely losing her mind.

her palm flat, aiming a vicious sla

p never

where. Long fingers clamped aroun

n the air. The bones in her wrist grou

with slow, controlled breaths. His eyes we

's wrist like he wa

ckward with a violen

s. Her heel caught the edge of the r

ion. She desperately tried to pull the torn red fabric over

t her face. He looke

into her hands. But her white sun

eady blooming against her pale skin. Four distinct, bloody

angerous, lethal stillne

reached into the breast pocket of his suit. H

the palm and fingers of the ha

whisper, but it carried a terrifying weight. "People be

face, leaving her looking sickly and gray. She clutch

gers. She watched Keshia tremble. A cold

andkerchief. He tossed it i

, locking eyes with the t

d dress?" Bryant as

hard. "F-four thousand

blink. He snap

he front room. He walked over to the manager an

ay her," Bry

was treating Keshia like a begg

ered to each other. Someone let

e a physical blow. She c

her chest, and sprinted out of the boutique, he

back to the assistant. She gestured wildly

ra. His eyebrows pulled t

up," Bryant snapped.

loudly, wiping her nose on the back of her han

d down, acting t

f her dark hair, her lips curved