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ChapterOne
OPHELIA
Orchestra music fillsthe silence in the banquet hall. I stand at the back of the room, clutching a bouquet with white flowers stained to match the cabernet color of my dress. My hands are sweating so badly that I hold the base tighter.
Ares, Apollo, and Atlas wear black tuxedos, standing beside my dad at the end of the long aisle.
I’m the maid of honor.
Everyone looks at me. My cheeks flush from all the attention. I hate having this many eyes on my body in this dress.
But I look beautiful.
I feel sexy.
Because of the Demetriou brothers, I am more confident and assertive. And as I walk down the aisle to the music, I hold my head high and focus on them.
I look at Ares first, who stares at me like he wants to fuck me on the floor like an animal. Then Atlas. His eyes light up as he takes in all my curves, my breasts falling out of the top. Apollo’s eyes flick up and down my body before settling on my mouth. He always stares at my lips like he wants to kiss me. But he never gets close enough to make a move.
I glance at my dad. He’s smiling at me like he’s proud and hasn’t been acting strangely all month. It sucks that we’ve grown apart since Mom died, but maybe this is what we needed to make us complete. Perhaps he was right about needing to be a family again.
I wonder what Mom would think and if she’s watching over us. Tears sting my eyes, but I can’t let them spill after applying so much makeup. People cry at weddings all the time. But I can’t be that girl.
If I cry, it’s not tears of joy. Instead, the tears will be for my mother and everything I have lost.
You got them.They’ve helped you become more confident and stronger.
As I reach the end of the aisle, I smile at my dad and take my place on the other side. Ares licks his lips, eyeing up my breasts. One look is all it takes for my skin to set on fire.
In a few minutes, he’s going to be my stepbrother. So will Atlas and Apollo. A part of me feels like it’s dying on the inside.
I don’t want this.
When the song changes, my head snaps to Athena. She’s wearing a white gown fit for a royal wedding. Lace sleeves cover her arms. A long train trails behind her, brushing against the carpet lining the walkway.
Her black hair is pinned up, with loose curls framing her face. Athena is stunning. She passed on her good looks to her sons. And as she approaches us, she looks like she’s on a runway in Paris.
I wish I had her confidence. She would steal the show, even if she weren’t the bride. Athena has something special that makes people stop and notice.
I only have that when I’m Mistress O. My alter ego is nothing like Ophelia. We’re two halves of the same whole but different in every way that counts.
Dad lifts Athena’s veil and smiles when their eyes meet. My heart is severing from my chest, breaking into a million pieces.
Mom.
I think of her as Dad takes Athena’s hand. My eyes fill with tears when they say their vows.
I force a smile.
Wipe away the tears.
I’m not happy.
I want to scream.
Mom.
I can’t breathe, and my heart pounds so hard that I can’t focus on anything else. The room spins around me.
