Arranged (ON HOLD)

Prologue

Roxanne's pov

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I pitied the girl who is walking through the aisles. Wearing a white wedding dress.

I pitied her as she walked with a fake smile adorning her face. A fake smile that hid the pain and sorrow in her heart.

The man who stood at the end of the isle, is the man she feared the most. The man who held a lot of horrific tales. A man of cruelty. He is the true meaning of cruelty.

The man she feared the most.

I pity her. I pity her, I can't help it.

The only thing i didn't realise was that i was pitying my self. Not the girl. But me.

I am the girl walking down the isle. I am the girl wearing a wedding dress. I am the girl who hid her pain and sorrow in her heart with a fake smile.

And the last but not the least...

I am the girl who is going to be who is going to be marrying her worst nightmare.

My. Worst. Nightmare.

Vincent Romanov.