From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 100

**Chapter 4**

As soon as he stepped through the door, a wave of eagerness washed over him, and he enveloped me in a warm embrace, his excitement palpable.

“Zoey, you won’t believe it! The venue is all set, and the invitations have been sent out. How about we try on some wedding dresses?”

His enthusiasm was infectious, and I felt a flutter of anticipation in my chest.

“Zoey, I’ve been dreaming of this day for five long years. Thank you for making it a reality,” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with genuine joy.

Before I could voice my hesitation, he gently but firmly ushered me into his car, the scent of leather and anticipation filling the air around us.

As we drove, he painted a vivid picture of his dream wedding, the words spilling from his lips like a waterfall of hope.

His expression was so sincere, so earnest, that it felt as if he had been waiting his entire life for this moment to unfold.

I turned my gaze out the window, feeling the sting of tears welling up, silently cascading down my cheeks.

“Aiden,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, but he caught the tremor in my tone.

His face contorted with concern as he leaned closer, trying to brush away the teardrops with soft kisses.

“Why are you crying? Honey, it tears me apart to see you like this.”

“In just three days, we’ll be a family. We won’t have to be apart anymore,” he reassured me, his voice a soothing balm.

But deep down, I knew there was no “again” for us, a truth that weighed heavily on my heart.

Upon arriving at the bridal shop, we were greeted by Raven, who stood there, a wedding dress draped over her arm.

Aiden’s expression shifted, a flicker of confusion crossing his features.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice edged with surprise.

Raven pouted, feigning hurt.

“What kind of sister would miss her brother’s wedding? Besides, your bride’s dress is far too precious to trust with just anyone,” she replied, a hint of sarcasm lacing her words.

“Zoey, try it on! My brother picked it out after searching high and low for the perfect dress,” she urged, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something else I couldn’t quite place.

With a deep breath, I slipped into the dress, the fabric embracing me as I stood before the full-length mirror. Aiden’s gaze was fixed on me, filled with admiration and warmth.

“Zoey, you look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice filled with awe.

In the distance, I noticed Raven storming off, her figure retreating like a storm cloud, radiating an endless stream of resentment.

As Aiden wrapped his arms around me, Raven returned, this time with a camera in hand, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Brother, let me capture a photo of you two together?” she asked, her tone overly cheerful.

“Sure,” Aiden replied, though I sensed a hint of reluctance in his voice.

As she adjusted the camera, her elbow accidentally knocked into a clothing rack, sending it tumbling over.

The rack collided with the chandelier above, and in an instant, chaos erupted.

Screams filled the air, a cacophony of panic and fear.

I felt a sharp pain as the heavy chandelier crashed down onto my leg, the world around me fading into a blur of agony and confusion.

The last image I registered was Aiden rushing toward Raven, concern etched on his face.

“Raven, are you alright? How’s the baby? Please don’t scare me…”

Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face, mingling with the pain.

“Aiden…” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a sterile hospital room, the smell of antiseptic stinging my nostrils.

Nearby, Raven sat, her sobs tinged with a false sense of remorse.

“I didn’t mean to…” she lamented, her voice dripping with insincerity.

Aiden sighed, a sound filled with resignation.

“I’m not blaming you, but you’re not alone in this. What if something had happened to the baby? Or to you? It would destroy me,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

“Thank God you’re both okay. No more reckless behavior like this. Now, please leave,” I heard the doctor say, her tone firm yet compassionate.

As the footsteps faded away, I slowly opened my eyes to see the same doctor from before, her expression disapproving.

“Miss Parker, didn’t I already caution you about your stoma?”

Before she could finish her sentence, I accidentally knocked my phone off the bedside table.

Aiden quickly bent down to retrieve it, his brow furrowing in concern.

I shot a pleading look at the doctor, subtly shaking my head, desperate for her to understand.

She sighed deeply, her expression softening slightly.

“You’re out of immediate danger now. Just focus on resting,” she advised, her voice gentle.

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