With that, Juliet pulled a needle and thread from the black bag.
Seeing this, one of the bridesmaids, her voice trembling slightly, asked.
"Juliet, isn't this going too far? We're in public, and this could get us into serious trouble."
Juliet, utterly fearless, replied, "What are you afraid of? My husband is the wealthiest man in the city. He spoils me. If anything happens, he'll handle it. Even if I were to kill this bitch, it wouldn't matter."
After that, she crouched before me like a grim reaper.
She ordered others to hold my mouth open.
Then, stitch by stitch, she began sewing my lips shut.
Every puncture of the needle and every pull of the thread sent waves of excruciating pain through my body.
Blood dripped, forming a pool around me.
Those few minutes felt like an eternity.
Unable to open my mouth, all I could do was let out muffled and agonized whimpers.
Once my lips were completely sewn shut, Juliet finally stopped, feeling satisfied.
"Good, the bitch can no longer run her mouth."
She said, standing up and wiping the blood from her hands with a smirk.
The bridesmaids chimed in with praise, "Juliet, you truly live up to being the wife of the richest man in the city! The way you handle the wretch is masterful."
"Only with strength can one maintain their status. Juliet was born for a life of luxury!"
"Exactly! Even fate wants Juliet to rid herself of this filthy mistress on her wedding day!"
With their flattery, a triumphant smile spread across Juliet's face.
It was as though she could already see herself enjoying a life of grandeur as a rich wife.
Juliet lifted her leg again and stomped on my face with force.
"Didn't you say I wouldn't become the wife of the richest man in the city?" she sneered.
"Well, then I'll take you to my wedding now so you can witness firsthand how I marry into the richest family in the city!"
"And I'll make sure my husband tears you apart personally. You'll know what real despair feels like!"
Juliet stuffed me into a burlap sack and dragged me to the wedding venue.
The sack scraped along the ground, causing holes to form in the fabric.
Through these holes, I saw the sprawling green lawn, beautifully arranged for a perfect wedding.
The place was crowded with people, and reporters were broadcasting the event live.
The wedding of the richest man in town was a spectacle that captured the attention of all.