“Gold-Digger,Saint or slut? New Evidence Paints a Darker Picture of Zoe’s mother.”
They were slandering her mother. Twisting her death into something ugly.
Her chest tightened, fingers curling into fists as her face twisted with rage.
“Let me take care of you,” Preston said, voice gentler now. “And the baby.”
Zoe’s eyes snapped to his, heart lurching.
“How do you know that?” she whispered, stepping back cautiously.
Preston’s smile didn’t fade.
“I make humans disappear,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Of course, I know everything about my clients.”
“Take my hand, Zoe. Don’t do this alone.”
I stared at his hand, my chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The weight of everything I’d lost, everything I was still carrying, crushed down on me.
I exhaled shakily, my fingers twitching at my sides.
“I… I don’t know what to think,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Preston didn’t move, didn’t push. He just waited.
Like he’d wait forever.
I took his hand, my fingers trembling as they slipped into his.
Preston’s face curved into a wicked smile, dark and triumphant.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice laced with dangerous promise. “Let’s give them hell.”
He squeezed my hand, his grip steady and unyielding.
“We get married in 2 days.”
The wedding was a very big deal.
Preston spared no expense. The ceremony sprawled across a private island, with white roses cascading from golden arches and chandeliers dangling from ancient oak trees. The ocean stretched infinitely behind them, the sunset staining the horizon in shades of blood and gold.
Zoe stood at the altar, her hair now a rich chestnut brown, her body subtly altered using makeup. She looks just like a goddess.
Her dress clung to her like liquid silk, flowing like water as she walked down the aisle, hand resting gently on her stomach.
Preston waited for her, his black suit tailored to perfection, eyes burning like he’d won a war just by having her stand beside him.
Because he had.
He slipped the ring onto her finger, his voice low enough for only her to hear.Preston’s eyes softened, the sharp edge of his smile fading as he stepped closer.
“I’ve loved you for years, Zoe,” he said, voice low but steady. “I watched you from afar, watched you settle for a man who never deserved you. And I hated lt.
He lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across my knuckles.