Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Elena’s POV:

I stood frozen for a second, staring at my mother across the room.

She was smiling

Not the weak, strained smile she’d worn the last few days out of politeness or maternal obligation, but a real one. Gentle and glowing, framed by the soft blush–toned shawl draped over her shoulders. The stylist working beside her tucked a final strand of hair behind her ear and stepped back, clearly satisfied with the result. Her eyes met mine from across the space–and for a fleeting moment, I forgot how jiuery I fell.

1 blinked.

This was actually happening

It was II o’clock in the morning, and the room was a blur of movement and pastel. My hair was half–done, strands pinned in place as the stylist worked through the waves, occasionally murmuring something about volume and symmetry. Alex sat beside me cross–legged on the armchair, scrolling through his phone while occasionally offering his very loud opinions

“No shimmer. Not on the eyelids. We’re not giving runway glam, we’re giving timeless bride.” He waved off the assistant inakeup artist like a mother hen protecting her chick.

I didn’t have the energy to argue. I was too busy trying to keep my breathing even.

How had this all happened so fast!

Just yesterday ago, Mom had finally allowed Nikolai into the hospital room. Dinner had gone smoother than I could have imagined. He’d brought over Arabic cuisine from some restaurant that looked like it belonged on a Michelin list, though Mom stuck to the soup and soft dishes due to her recovery. But the moment she heard on call that Nikolai had grown up without a mother, something in her shifted.

It shouldn’t have comforted me. But it did.

That was the start of her warming up to him. The night ended with the three of us watching her favorite drama rerun together on her hospital bed. Surreal didn’t even cover it. It was absolutely ridiculous if you ask mc

Now here we were.

The white tulle of my gown spilled across the room in gentle folds. The fabric shimmered just slightly, like morning dew, catching the light each time I shifted

“Sull breathing Alex’s voice cut through my thoughts.

“Barely

“Good,” he grinned. “You’re supposed to feel like you’re on the verge of a meltdown. That means it’s working

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.

Next to me, Fiona–my best friend and maid of honor, was finishing a last–minute check of her pastel purple dress. She looked radiant, her usual sarcastic smirk replaced by something oddly tender.

“I still can’t believe you’re marrying Dmitri’s older brother,” she said for the fifth time.

I groaned. “Can we not-

“No, no, I mean it in the best way possible,” she interrupted. “It’s like something out of a novel. Betrayal, revenge, mysterious older billionaire… Cod. I live for this

Rachel–dressed in flowing pastel blue–rolled her eyes affectionately. “She’s a dark romance junkie, don’t listen to her.”

Tim standing right here,” Fiona muttered.

My eyes Eicked to the mirror again.

Was this really me? Was I really about to walk down the aisle! For the past couple years I had imagined myself doing this with George beside me, alive and breathing

Not to mention him.

His family

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Chapter 25

Dmitri

He would be here. Somewhere. Sitting just a few rows away, watching as his older brother married the woman he was supposed to spend his life with. Watching me in a dress that wasn’t meant for him, with a name that would never belong to him now,

Would he speak

Would he storm out!

Would he sit quietly, doing nothing–just staring?

My throat tightened.

Now! I didn’t even have a father to p

But that was okay. I had made peace with it

I would walk myself down that aisle.

I stood as the stylists backed away, their job done. Alex bid me a loud. See you out there! as he left taking mom along with him in her wheekhair. Like we had decided earlier.

Fiona placed the bouquet gently in my hands, and Rachel gave my arm a small squeeze. I looked down at the roses pale pink and white–and drew in a slow, careful breath.

The hallway outside was quiet. The air felt thicker now, like the calm before a storm. My heels echoed lightly against the polished floor as I moved. At the end of the hallway, double doors stood open. Music floared softly from the courtyard ahead, the beginning notes of the wedding march filtering in from the string quartet playing near the altar.

Sunlight flooded the corridor as I walked into it, flanked on both sides by Fiona and Rachel. The veil over my face added a dreamlike haze to everything, but even through it, Lcould make our the vivid bursts of color–the lush floral arrangements lining the aisle, the sea of guests in summer silks, the white rose petals scattered beneath my feet.

My mother, seated at the front. I relaxed as soon as I laid eyes on her. Beside her sat Alex, dabbing at the corner of his eyes with a tissue like this was the most dramatic moment of his life.

But none of that held my attention for long when I turned my gaze to look forward.

Because standing at the altar, in a crisp white tailored suit that fit him like it had been sewn onto his frame, was Nikolai,

And he was looking

Not smirking. Not teasing. Not being his usual too–slick–for–his–own–good self. He looked stunned–Like he hadn’t expected me to look like this. His jaw was clenched slightly, and for once, I couldn’t read his expression.

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