Dear Brother You Picked the Wrong Sister to Betray novel Chapter 52

Chapter 8

A few days later, I was wearing the custom wedding dress Liam had made for me, sitting under the covered walkway of the Sicily estate, surrounded by

countless stars.

This dress was completely handmade. It took the Italian designer’s atelier nine whole months to finish. It was covered in stunning diamonds, just like me–beautiful enough to take your breath away.

He held my hand, his voice shaking with excitement:

Lauren, there’s only one piece of luck I can hold onto in this lifetime.”

“And that’s you someone who walked out of hell and was reborn here in Sicily.”

“If you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life helping you escape from that nightmare of pain and despair. I’ll use whatever light I have left to brighten the rest. of your journey.”

“Lauren, will you marry me?”

My eyes were tearing up as I slowly but firmly put my hand on his face.

I was just about to say “yes.”

When this heartbroken scream cut me off:

“Don’t!”

I looked up, shocked.

The estate manager looked totally embarrassed and apologetic.

In front of us was Dominic, stumbling and falling as he crashed into the courtyard.

‘Sir, ma’am, we tried our best.”

Liam narrowed his eyes but didn’t blame them. Instead, we both carefully looked at the mess that was Dominic.

He was covered in dirt, his eyes bloodshot, looking like he’d been dragged out of hell–completely wrecked.

‘Lauren, it’s really you… I saw you in the wedding photos my friend sent–I finally found you.”

He tried to take another step forward.

But the half–step I took back for good, it was like I’d hurt him bad. He froze, staring at me with this crushed look.

‘Lauren, I get it now. I love you. You’re the one I really love.”

So…”

‘Can you please not marry him?”

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I looked down and brushed off a white rose on my dress that the night breeze had messed up–this was the funniest joke I’d ever heard.

“You’re in the wrong place, Dominic.”

I spoke calmly, my voice completely cold.

“You’re not welcome here.”

“Lauren, I was wrong…” He suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me, his knees hitting the cobblestones hard with a dull thud. “You’ve forgiven me so many times before–please, can you forgive me just one more time?”

1 stared coldly at the blood seeping from his knees, feeling absolutely nothing.

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