Caged by the Prince, Saved by the Monster - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The morning of the wedding, Desmond called.
His voice oozed fake warmth. "Cassie, about the necklace... Gwen's pregnant. You can't stress her out like that."
I swiped crimson lipstick across my mouth, watching my reflection. Cold. Unshaken. Deadly.
"So leaking those photos was to help her?" I mused.
He chuckled. "Don't forget—your father's mining deal needs my family's connections. Without me, who's gonna save you?"
Desmond chuckled, all smug and casual. "Anyway, once we're married, what's mine is yours too."
Gwen's voice floated in from the background, sugary sweet. "Desmond…" Instantly, his tone softened like butter left in the sun. "Don't move, sweetheart. Be careful with your belly."
Then, like flipping a switch, he was back to business. "As long as you agree, I'll be at the wedding on time today."
I didn't say a word. Just ended the call, blocked his number, and never looked back.
When Terrence rolled into the hall, it was like someone had dropped a champagne flute in the middle of a funeral. Every conversation died, replaced by a ripple of shocked whispers.
There he was—in his wheelchair, dressed in sharp black, that silver mask still covering half his face. But when his eyes met mine, they warmed. Steady. Unshaken.
Then—boom. The doors burst open.
Desmond stormed in like some overdramatic lead actor crashing his own play, pristine white suit and all, flashing that same cocky grin—until his gaze landed on Terrence beside me.
His smirk collapsed like a house of cards.
"Cassie," he said, voice trembling. "What the hell is going on?"
His stare locked onto Terrence, disbelief twisting his features. "Terrence?! What are you doing here?!"
The room went dead silent. Of course it did.
Terrence D'Angelo didn't show up to events like this. Ever.
I stepped forward, planting myself between them.
Desmond's face darkened, jaw clenched. "Cassandra, it's our wedding day. And you brought him here? What kind of sick game are you playing?"
Right on cue, Gwen glided out like she'd been waiting for her spotlight, one hand resting delicately on her barely-there bump.
"Cassie," she cooed, "even if Desmond's been spending more time with me lately, did you really need to drag a cripple here just to spite him?"
I took a slow breath, forcing my temper down. "Desmond—"
"Enough!" He grabbed my wrist like he still had the right. "Starting today, I'm your husband. And this is how you act?!"
I yanked my hand free, glaring straight at him.
Then the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the wedding ceremony of Miss Cassandra Mercier and Mr. Terrence D'Angelo."
His voice oozed fake warmth. "Cassie, about the necklace... Gwen's pregnant. You can't stress her out like that."
I swiped crimson lipstick across my mouth, watching my reflection. Cold. Unshaken. Deadly.
"So leaking those photos was to help her?" I mused.
He chuckled. "Don't forget—your father's mining deal needs my family's connections. Without me, who's gonna save you?"
Desmond chuckled, all smug and casual. "Anyway, once we're married, what's mine is yours too."
Gwen's voice floated in from the background, sugary sweet. "Desmond…" Instantly, his tone softened like butter left in the sun. "Don't move, sweetheart. Be careful with your belly."
Then, like flipping a switch, he was back to business. "As long as you agree, I'll be at the wedding on time today."
I didn't say a word. Just ended the call, blocked his number, and never looked back.
When Terrence rolled into the hall, it was like someone had dropped a champagne flute in the middle of a funeral. Every conversation died, replaced by a ripple of shocked whispers.
There he was—in his wheelchair, dressed in sharp black, that silver mask still covering half his face. But when his eyes met mine, they warmed. Steady. Unshaken.
Then—boom. The doors burst open.
Desmond stormed in like some overdramatic lead actor crashing his own play, pristine white suit and all, flashing that same cocky grin—until his gaze landed on Terrence beside me.
His smirk collapsed like a house of cards.
"Cassie," he said, voice trembling. "What the hell is going on?"
His stare locked onto Terrence, disbelief twisting his features. "Terrence?! What are you doing here?!"
The room went dead silent. Of course it did.
Terrence D'Angelo didn't show up to events like this. Ever.
I stepped forward, planting myself between them.
Desmond's face darkened, jaw clenched. "Cassandra, it's our wedding day. And you brought him here? What kind of sick game are you playing?"
Right on cue, Gwen glided out like she'd been waiting for her spotlight, one hand resting delicately on her barely-there bump.
"Cassie," she cooed, "even if Desmond's been spending more time with me lately, did you really need to drag a cripple here just to spite him?"
I took a slow breath, forcing my temper down. "Desmond—"
"Enough!" He grabbed my wrist like he still had the right. "Starting today, I'm your husband. And this is how you act?!"
I yanked my hand free, glaring straight at him.
Then the emcee's voice boomed through the speakers:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the wedding ceremony of Miss Cassandra Mercier and Mr. Terrence D'Angelo."
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