Reborn to Wreck My Sister's Fairytale - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Dominic and I go way back - practically childhood friends.
Growing up, Marshall Manor (where I was adopted) stood right beside Montgomery Manor. Every winter and summer break, my brothers would drag me over to the Montgomerys' for visits. That's how I first met Dominic - always the quiet, reserved type.
The Montgomerys came from political royalty. Dominic had this freakish talent for hacking - kid was basically a cyber prodigy working for the government before he could legally drive.
Now in my second chance at life, I've pieced together why the Montgomery-Clark alliance happened: Dominic thought he was marrying the Marshall heiress. When he saw "Clark" instead of "Marshall" on the marriage certificate, his heart sank. Then that fateful day came - when he escorted Madison home and saw me walking hand-in-hand with Jaxon toward my family's house.
That's when he recognized me.
Seeing how affectionate Jaxon and I were, he didn't interfere. After that, Lyrinia's golden boy became its most notorious playboy.
"We're here," the driver announced.
I stayed seated, peering through my veil. "Dominic's feeling better now, right? He can come greet his bride properly?"
Earlier, the driver had claimed Dominic was bedridden with fever.
"Um..." The man fidgeted uncomfortably.
I got it immediately.
Montgomery Manor blazed with lights but stood eerily empty. The "illness" was a sham - Dominic's passive-aggressive protest against this arranged marriage. Business obligations prevented him from calling it off, so he resorted to freezing out his bride, hoping she'd crack first and file for divorce to save the Montgomerys' face.
No wonder Madison was always in tears.
"Give this to Dominic," I said, handing the driver a ring I'd woven from roadside weeds. "Tell him I'll wait one hour. No more."
The driver hesitated but sped off.
I remained outside, counting minutes as Madison bombarded me with voicemails - seven or eight recordings of her and Jaxon's bedroom escapades.
[Charlotte,] her final text sneered, [being the real Clark heiress changes nothing. Mom and Dad still love me most. Everything will be mine while you lie alone in bed. Jaxon treats me like royalty - you're just the unwanted, discarded—]
I smirked. Oh, how the tables would turn.
At 59 minutes and 40 seconds, a black SUV screeched to a halt. Before it fully stopped, Dominic vaulted through the window - jacketless, shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing sculpted muscle under streetlights.
"Not late," I noted coolly, inhaling the mix of alcohol and perfume clinging to him. My sister's husband in another life... now mine.
"Where the hell were you?" I demanded.
At 6'2" with military-sharpened intensity, Dominic intimidated most people. Not me.
Slap!
My palm cracked across his face. "You're supposed to be at Clark Villa! Don't you know basic wedding etiquette?"
Gasps erupted from Dominic's friends tumbling out of the SUV.
"She's dead," one muttered.
"Slapping Dominic Montgomery on their wedding night? Who does she—"
"Everyone!" Dominic commanded. Then - to universal shock - he dropped to one knee, presenting the grass ring.
"Ms. Marshall... You kept it." His voice thickened. "I thought our childhood promise was just pretend. That I was the only one who..." He swallowed hard. "When they told me my bride was someone else, I... The guys dragged me to the club. Just drinks, I swear! No touching!"
Three ridiculously handsome men lined up behind him. "Mrs. Montgomery!" they chorused.
I studied Dominic seriously. "After this, no playing around. Total loyalty - no flirting, no exceptions. Last chance to back out."
"Ms. Marshall," he said fiercely, sliding the ring onto my finger, "if I ever break this vow, may I never—"
I clapped a hand over his mouth. Not becoming a widow tonight.
As Dominic pulled me close, his Adam's apple bobbed visibly.
"Kiss her!" his friends catcalled.
Dominic shielded me with his body. "Get lost!" he growled. Their departing jokes about "taking it slow" burned my ears.
Military men were... different. In Dominic's arms, I felt like a feather - 5'4" and 100 pounds against his solid frame. Our reflection in the entryway glass looked comical: wolf and bunny.
"Sorry about tonight," he murmured, effortlessly lifting me. "I'll give you a proper wedding later."
The moment we crossed the threshold, his lips claimed mine, cradling me like something precious.
Growing up, Marshall Manor (where I was adopted) stood right beside Montgomery Manor. Every winter and summer break, my brothers would drag me over to the Montgomerys' for visits. That's how I first met Dominic - always the quiet, reserved type.
The Montgomerys came from political royalty. Dominic had this freakish talent for hacking - kid was basically a cyber prodigy working for the government before he could legally drive.
Now in my second chance at life, I've pieced together why the Montgomery-Clark alliance happened: Dominic thought he was marrying the Marshall heiress. When he saw "Clark" instead of "Marshall" on the marriage certificate, his heart sank. Then that fateful day came - when he escorted Madison home and saw me walking hand-in-hand with Jaxon toward my family's house.
That's when he recognized me.
Seeing how affectionate Jaxon and I were, he didn't interfere. After that, Lyrinia's golden boy became its most notorious playboy.
"We're here," the driver announced.
I stayed seated, peering through my veil. "Dominic's feeling better now, right? He can come greet his bride properly?"
Earlier, the driver had claimed Dominic was bedridden with fever.
"Um..." The man fidgeted uncomfortably.
I got it immediately.
Montgomery Manor blazed with lights but stood eerily empty. The "illness" was a sham - Dominic's passive-aggressive protest against this arranged marriage. Business obligations prevented him from calling it off, so he resorted to freezing out his bride, hoping she'd crack first and file for divorce to save the Montgomerys' face.
No wonder Madison was always in tears.
"Give this to Dominic," I said, handing the driver a ring I'd woven from roadside weeds. "Tell him I'll wait one hour. No more."
The driver hesitated but sped off.
I remained outside, counting minutes as Madison bombarded me with voicemails - seven or eight recordings of her and Jaxon's bedroom escapades.
[Charlotte,] her final text sneered, [being the real Clark heiress changes nothing. Mom and Dad still love me most. Everything will be mine while you lie alone in bed. Jaxon treats me like royalty - you're just the unwanted, discarded—]
I smirked. Oh, how the tables would turn.
At 59 minutes and 40 seconds, a black SUV screeched to a halt. Before it fully stopped, Dominic vaulted through the window - jacketless, shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing sculpted muscle under streetlights.
"Not late," I noted coolly, inhaling the mix of alcohol and perfume clinging to him. My sister's husband in another life... now mine.
"Where the hell were you?" I demanded.
At 6'2" with military-sharpened intensity, Dominic intimidated most people. Not me.
Slap!
My palm cracked across his face. "You're supposed to be at Clark Villa! Don't you know basic wedding etiquette?"
Gasps erupted from Dominic's friends tumbling out of the SUV.
"She's dead," one muttered.
"Slapping Dominic Montgomery on their wedding night? Who does she—"
"Everyone!" Dominic commanded. Then - to universal shock - he dropped to one knee, presenting the grass ring.
"Ms. Marshall... You kept it." His voice thickened. "I thought our childhood promise was just pretend. That I was the only one who..." He swallowed hard. "When they told me my bride was someone else, I... The guys dragged me to the club. Just drinks, I swear! No touching!"
Three ridiculously handsome men lined up behind him. "Mrs. Montgomery!" they chorused.
I studied Dominic seriously. "After this, no playing around. Total loyalty - no flirting, no exceptions. Last chance to back out."
"Ms. Marshall," he said fiercely, sliding the ring onto my finger, "if I ever break this vow, may I never—"
I clapped a hand over his mouth. Not becoming a widow tonight.
As Dominic pulled me close, his Adam's apple bobbed visibly.
"Kiss her!" his friends catcalled.
Dominic shielded me with his body. "Get lost!" he growled. Their departing jokes about "taking it slow" burned my ears.
Military men were... different. In Dominic's arms, I felt like a feather - 5'4" and 100 pounds against his solid frame. Our reflection in the entryway glass looked comical: wolf and bunny.
"Sorry about tonight," he murmured, effortlessly lifting me. "I'll give you a proper wedding later."
The moment we crossed the threshold, his lips claimed mine, cradling me like something precious.
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