The Jilted Bride's Lethal Comeback

ake Danica Kelly to be y

lroom of the Manhattan penthouse. The room was

ribs. She looked up at Hank. Her eyes were full of love.

conds

ck. It pressed against Danica's

he corner of his mouth twitched upw

ped to the floor. A strange, i

ight hand. He sna

ind the altar flashed. The romantic s

s were violent and clear. A woman who looked exactly like Danica

lasted heavy, wet gasps and

sps was like a vacuum pulling the oxygen from the room. Then, the whisp

ned from her face so fast she felt dizz

" she wh

d out to grab his tuxedo sleeve. She needed

th pure disgust. He violen

of her custom silk wedding gown tangled around her legs. She crashed h

microphone from

boomed through the speakers. "I will no

ilin, wearing a pale pink bridesmaid dress, ru

e wrapped an arm around Danica's shoulders, p

ed in, her lips br

sister?" Cailin whispered. H

stared into Cailin's perfectly

he drinks Cailin had handed her last month. The sudden blackou

rne, Danica's adoptive father, marched up t

he microphone f

spit through the speakers. "As of this moment, she is stripped of th

y double doors burst open. The hotel

the room. They pushed past the gue

ed in Danica's face. The stro

ered with media logos, were

is the man

did you ch

ith anyone else in

were brutal, f

push herself up. A photographer shoved past her, kno

pped a protective arm around Cailin's waist. They turned

loor. The room spun i

lip. She bit down so har

r mouth. The sharp physical pain sliced thr

s melted away. In their place, a freezing, absolute hatred locked o