What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger novel Chapter 66

Our wedding transformed the ancestral Blackwood estate into a fairytale - Cartier diamonds dripping from crystal chandeliers, rare orchids cascading from centuries-old stone walls.

Castro and Oriana also arrived, invited guests under close surveillance.

Castro, still in his cast, leaned on Oriana while security guards watched their every move.

"Why invite them?" I whispered to Alexander.

His lips curved into that dangerous smile. "Better to keep your enemies where you can see them, darling."

"You magnificent sadist," William muttered, though his grin matched Alexander's.

During our vows, chaos erupted. Castro shoved Oriana with surprising violence - her head caught the corner of a table, blood staining her pale silk Valentino.

He didn't spare her a glance, just as he'd ignored my scalded skin that night, too consumed by his obsession.

When he lunged forward, security moved with practiced efficiency, their suits rippling as they restrained him. The cathedral bells drowned his muffled protests in waves of joyous sound.

After the ceremony, I approached them. Looking at Oriana's devastated face, I asked softly, "Tell me now - do we really share such a resemblance?"

She laughed through tears. "It doesn't matter. He never truly loved either of us."