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I didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment since the boy had finally taken a liking to me or if I should be angry that he’d rather see me married off to his monster of a brother than set me free.

The Reverend stood at the end of the archway and my husband to be was waiting there for me, dressed in a tailored gray tux. The bastard was so handsome; one would even think they were lucky to be getting married to him until they discovered the evil that lurked behind those uncanny green eyes.

I walked slowly down the aisle, my throat forming a lump, my mind shutting down.

I didn’t want to do this!

And yet, I was forced to do absolutelynothingto stop it!

I had no phone to contact any authorities. No way to escape this place. I had nothing. I was completely at Devin’s mercy, but I needed to remember the end goal.

I wanted out.

I had to marry him and then stab him in the back.

That was the only way.

Another thought just kept creeping into my mind—more like an image of my wedding night. It was the horrific imagery of getting naked with Devin and consummating the marriage with him.

I just couldn’t. Maybe I’d just lie down and let him do as he pleased.

Or I could close my eyes and imagine it was Castle.

The thought was disturbing, to say the least.

When I halted and stopped walking midway, the anxiety took over.

Theo looked at me and pressed my hand in reassurance, as if he understood what I was thinking about. I could tell that he pitied me. He had to literally push me forward so I could continue walking ahead. With every step that I took forward, I wanted to take two steps backward.

We halted right beside the groom. Devin flashed me a dazzling smile, one that would have charmed the panties off any other woman who wasn’t aware of his usual shenanigans.

Theo kissed my cheek and Devin kissed the other cheek as he whispered in my ear, “You look gorgeous, Millie.” and he stepped aside.

Castle was standing there beside him, who came to stand next to me. He was hidden from view all along because Devin had been blocking him until now.

Theo chuckled as he placed my small hand in Castle’s larger one.

I gasped when I noticed what had happened.

Relief hit me so hard, my knees could have buckled. I would have died right there if it wasn’t for Castle holding onto my hand.

Tears started spilling out of my eyes. Tears of utter relief.

I wasn’t being married to Devin.

My groom was Castle.

Reverend Philip was at a loss for words, probably having a weakness for women’s tears because he began handing me his napkin, telling me it was normal to become emotional on my wedding day.

I looked at Devin, who was standing at the side, and glared at him. The asshole wore a smug expression on his face, having a blast on my account, gloating on the fact that he’d fooled me into thinking I was marrying him.

I ignored him. I wasn’t about to let Devin ruin my day, instead I concentrated on the man standing with me.

I was at a loss for words when I saw Castle.

He looked so incredibly attractive, with his thick sable hair that was styled perfectly, giving him the sexy look and brown eyes that seemed almost hazel. His chiseled face and the strong jawline added to his beauty. He wore the tux similar to his brothers, but Castle, in my opinion, looked the best.

He looked sideways at me with the intense way of his and gave me the heart-melting smile. Not only was he sweet, but wanted me as much as I wanted him. I counted my lucky stars for marrying such a man.

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