Page 4 of Florian's Bride


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The king of seduction, manipulation, and deceit bordering on insanity, for he’s mad and powerful, so everyone always follows his rules and commands.

And I was the only one who dared to disobey.

No.

No, no, no.

He cannot do this to me now!

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Maxwell asks, his anger practically polluting the air while it only earns Florian’s smirk. “Get out.”

He ignores him and instead says, “The bride is pregnant with my child, cousin. She’s mine.” Collective murmurs and gasps fill the space as he announces our secret to the whole world. “Father Paul.” I blink when the priest hastily steps away from the altar, but I have little time to dwell on his behavior as Florian extends his hand to me. “Come here, princess. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

“Don’t you dare, Jimena.” Maxwell snaps his fingers, and several men instantly get up from the pews, my heart plummeting when they point a gun at Florian. “You really shouldn’t have come here alone, cousin.”

“Stop this!” I say, licking my dry lips while chaos erupts around me. “Stop it, Maxwell.”

Amusement flashes on Florian’s face. “Alone?”

On cue, two men I hadn’t noticed earlier get up as well, removing the safety on their own guns, and I whisper, “No.”

Although I should have expected that, right?

It’s either all of them or none of them.

They belong to a dark brotherhood that brings catastrophes to whoever they see fit as long as it serves their amusement and wishes, ignoring anyone and anything else.

Men for whom compassion, mercy, and sanity do not exist because they thrive in the chaos they create.

I just never expected to be the one on the receiving end of their cruelty.

“Come here, Jimena,” Florian repeats just as Maxwell grabs my elbow, holding me still. “You have one second to remove your hand before I cut it for you,” he warns my fiancé, who, to my astonishment, listens to him.

Before anyone can say anything, though, my brother gets up, and I gasp again when he snatches his own gun and points it at the man who once was his best friend.

Until I ruined their friendship.

“Get out, Florian, while you can.”

“I won’t go anywhere without Jimena and my baby, Santiago.”

It always comes back to this, doesn’t it?

He’s a monster hungry for the blood and agony of his victims, and will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Even if it means destroying my family and soul in the process.

Because this isn’t really about my fiancé, is it?

It’s about two dynasties going to war because of me, as they can’t fathom losing to each other, so they use me as collateral damage to their hatred for one another.

Love doesn’t set us free.

It traps us in a cage with no way to escape.

I did everything in my power to run away from him, except the thing about hunters?

They love to chase and capture.

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