The Jilted Bride's Lethal Comeback

ake Danica Kelly to be y

room of the Manhattan penthouse. White roses and

ribs. She looked up at Hank. Her eyes were full of love.

conds

ck. It pressed against Danica's

he corner of his mouth twitched upw

dropped. A strange, icy pr

ight hand. He sna

ind the altar flashed. The romantic s

mages were clear. A woman who looked exactly like Danica was

lasted heavy, wet gasps and

ath. Then the whispers erupted. A tidal wave

drained from her face so fast she f

" she wh

rab his tuxedo sleeve. She needed to e

th pure disgust. He violen

m silk wedding gown tangled around her legs. She crashed hard ont

microphone from

boomed through the speakers. "I will no

ilin, wearing a pale pink bridesmaid dress, ru

e wrapped an arm around Danica's shoulders, p

ed in, her lips br

sister?" Cailin whispered. H

. She stared into Cailin

had handed her last month. The sudden blackout. The mi

rne, Danica's adoptive father, marched up t

he microphone f

. "As of this moment, she is stripped of the Thorne name

heavy double doors burst open. Ho

nto the room. They pushed past

face. Dozens of microphones, plastered with

is the man

did you ch

ith anyone else in

were brutal, f

push herself up. A photographer shoved past her, kno

pped a protective arm around Cailin's waist. They turned

on the floor.

lip. She bit down so har

r mouth. The sharp physical pain sliced thr

s melted away. In their place, a freezing, absolute hatred locked o