NovelEnglishChapter 407 A strange, inexplicable sorrow washed over her.
Mila walked down the flower-strewn aisle, the strains of wedding music swirling around her, the man's hand trembling almost imperceptibly in hers. She let out a silent sigh, counting down in her mind.
Three.
Two.
A sudden, deafening blast thundered from the empty church at the end of the aisle. The floor lurched violently beneath their feet, and outside, the guests waiting to greet the newlyweds broke into panicked screams.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man's grip loosened, just enough. Before he could recover, Mila pulled free. In one swift motion, she tore off her veil, then yanked at the hidden fastenings at her waist. The heavy, star-strewn gown-so beautiful, yet so crushing-fell away, revealing a simple, flowing white dress underneath.
She stood face-to-face with the stunned man before her.
For the first time, she truly saw Cossio's face. Thad left him untouched-he looked exactly like the man in Felicity's paintings, almost inhumanly beautiful. No, even more beautiful now, somehow.
"My darling..." he began, voice rough with longing.
"I'm not her!" Mila cut him off sharply, glancing around at the wedding scene- every detail a perfect match to the oil paintings she knew so well. He'd put his heart into this, she could tell.
But it was all for the wrong person.
She drew a deep breath, remembering the haunted tears in Felicity's eyes, the desperate agony captured on canvas. One by one, Mila shattered the dream he'd so painstakingly recreated.
"Cossio," she said steadily, "look at me. I'm not the woman you want. I don't know what happened between you two, but I see her pain. You are the reason for her suffering. She's never coming back." "You don't deserve her love." "You don't even deserve to stand by her side." "You're insane. A monster. Worthless." She spat out the words she'd kept buried for so long, and as she watched Cossio's face contort, his eyes reddening with rage and grief, she felt a savage sense of release.
Rot in hell with your twisted dreams, you beautiful lunatic. You'll never get what you want.
The moment he lunged for her, Mila was already gone-vanishing into the chaos of panicked guests, her veil trailing behind her like a phantom.
She ran, heart pounding, footsteps quickening as the sound of pursuit grew closer.
Closer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd then, suddenly, a wild burst of music erupted nearby, drowning out the lingering strains of the wedding march and drawing every eye.
She looked up.
A line of luxury cars raced toward the church, headlights blazing. Atop the lead car -a flashy orange sports car-a band in outlandish costumes played an exuberant tune. And there, standing out front with a cocky grin and dark
sunglasses, was the man she'd once sworn she'd never rely on, but who now washer only hope: Lysander.
This time, he'd kept his promise. He'd cfor her.
Mila couldn't nthe feeling that surged inside her. She took a m steadying breath, dated through the NO crowd-her white dress billowing, veil streaming behind her and ran straight for the speeding car.
The car slowed, arced toward her. She leapt into Lysander's waitingn arms, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. His low chuckle rumbled in her ear.
"My beautiful bride," he drawled, "care to marryall over again?"
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