Chapter 93

Layla’s POV

Tears escaped my eyes. I could not bear the pain, could not bear the guilt.

Logan lifted his hand and slapped me across the face, and I stumbled back into the car.

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My fingers trembled as I stood in front of the priest, hand in Logan’s as we said the vows. My voice trembled, and it fascinated me a great deal that none of the people seated in all those pews could stand up and speak about how strange this wedding was.

I had a bleeding nose, blood splashed across my face, my makeup smeared in the wrong places, and my white wedding gown was stained and dirty all over. But nobody could say anything about it, not even the priest.

Of course they all knew Logan, nobody wanted to interfere or meet an early death.

When w had first walked in, I had seen the surprise in his mother’s wide eyes as she saw me. So was Elina and the rest of the family. There was no outsider here except for Logan’s men; so far, they were all th