My Husband, My Tormentor
I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city.
But he ruined those plans.
His entry into my life was unexpec...
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The grand wedding was set in the largest hotel in Moscow, an opulent masterpiece owned by Darius himself.
Every corner of the venue screamed luxury, from the shimmering chandeliers to the intricately carved marble floors.
Photographers bustled around the bride's room, clicking shots of Anamika.
A gentle knock interrupted the hum of activity.
"Come in," Anamika said softly, glancing towards the door.
The door swung open, revealing her younger sister, Rhea, and her friends.
"My God, Dee, you look so beautiful!" Rhea exclaimed, her eyes widening in admiration as she took in Anamika's radiant appearance.
Anamika chuckled, her laughter light as she opened her arms. Without hesitation, Rhea ran into her embrace, holding her tightly.
"I'm so happy," Rhea whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Finally, you're getting the life you deserve. You're marrying the person who loves you, and you love him." Tears glistened in her eyes, betraying her heartfelt joy.
Anamika's heart clenched at her sister's words, but she quickly masked her emotions.
Wiping away Rhea's tears, she placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She doesn't know the truth, Anamika thought to herself. And I'll do anything to make sure she never does.
"Let's go, Mrs. Salvatore," Rhea said teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows. "Your husband is waiting for you."
For a fleeting moment, Anamika's smile faltered, the weight of reality pressing down on her.
But she quickly forced a bright, fake smile, nodding in agreement.
Rhea extended her hand, and Anamika placed her right hand on her sister's, steadying herself.
Florence stepped forward, handing over a delicate bouquet of white lilies.
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