Chapter 56

Fallon’s POV

The walk to the altar seemed longer than it should have been. From every corner of the room, I could feel daggers of hatred thrown at me.

I should have been scared and trembling for the fate that awaited me. Instead, I felt nothing. Just a hollow emptiness. Like I had become emotionless and immune to it all.

Everyone with power in the clan seemed to be there—no, everyone was there. The Vatico was packed with faces I had come to know in the clan, including Nickolas, Rodolfo, Elektra, and many unknown faces.

Then I saw him. Darius Oswald Salvatore with his famous stone-cold face and emotionless eyes. From the distance, he looked more like the job I should never have taken than the man I once shared a bed with.

I tore my eyes away to find the cause of my current woes, Isabelle Albertoz. There she was, right beside him, like the perfect couple. A proud smirk played on her lips, screaming victory. I should have slapped her harder.