Dead At The Altar: The Don's Regret

irectly in front of Da

f the decoy SUV, her trembling, f

stition at the top of her lungs. "If the groom sees the brid

ed. "Dante, if you look at her now, y

his eyes plain to see. He grabbed h

solved into hy

uture," she begged through her tears.

t the decoy car, hi

tears. He released her wrists and told her t

ghost-which was exactly what I was-

the movie nights, the lingering dinner da

as a weapon, he abandoned me withou

cramped, oppressive ba

turned her back to the tinted windows, so tha

o the shadows, the fake te

ss visage crept a

my face, livid wi

and and delivered a hard slap across my l

e hit m

cker away, desperate to scream for Dante, to beg

lessly through her body, unable

my arm viciously, sneering down

to get Dante's at

y chin and s

s froze, and terror fl

a plague across my neck and chest-and her fingertips

ed in her mind: the alle

seized my corpse by the shoulders and sh

he yanked open her designer handbag and pulled out a bot

my neck and cheeks, frantic and errati

ted my blackened, purple lips, burying the

y upright against the window, and carefully draped the ve

row sliver and looked out at Da

nd told him a tower

like a log," she said smoothly. "The driver just

reath, and the naked panic dr

wo fingers through the narrow gap, and pi

ld, but his signature arrogance

pt waiting-deliberately playing the high-and-migh

Wake her at the altar

lentina saunte

rtight lie, both of t

ered, cursing me under his breath for s

s always like this," she sighed, then

all returned to

back to life, weaving into a

ide my own ghastly pale, heavily made-up corpse,

t buried alive by the very p

ashed over me and tore my phantom s