Dead At The Altar: The Don's Regret

“On the day of my wedding to the mafia godfather, Bianca-the orphaned daughter of my fiancé's mentor-blocked my way and forced a glass of hard liquor on me. "Drink this to honor the elders of the underworld, and big sister's wedding will go off without a hitch." I was severely allergic to alcohol and refused with a smile. To my surprise, Bianca's eyes instantly brimmed with tears. My fiancé Dante's smile vanished. He pressed the glass to my lips: "Stop faking jealousy and telling lies over something this trivial. Drink it, then apologize to Bianca right now." My brother pinned me down, and my best friend forced the liquor down my throat. Just like that, I suffocated to death on my fiancé's back. As a ghost, I could only watch as that vicious ward slapped my corpse and smothered the angry allergic rash spreading across my body under layer after layer of heavy foundation. I screamed myself hoarse trying to tell everyone I was already dead, but not a sound came from my throat. All I could do was watch, in an agony of dead silence, as the very people who had sworn to protect me for life blindly pushed me into the abyss. Just as Dante was about to lift my wedding veil- My soul circled coldly in the air above, my heart utterly still: This wedding was about to become a funeral.”