Liliana's PoV

It's been two days and today is the day he finally gets married. I watch from the couch as Valentina and Vincenzo rush around, trying to get ready in time. Even though Vin and Sebastian aren't on speaking terms, Sebastian still wants him there.

Valentina came to me an hour ago to try to convince me to come but I ignored her. I understand where she's coming from but I don't want to be the one to destroy his happiness again.

Vin actually grabbed a dress from my closet and attempted to shove it over my head. It was almost as if he was trying to suffocate me. When I accidentally elbowed his nose, he threw the dress at me and walked away.

He's just being dramatic. I didn't elbow him that hard.

Sebastian's birthday was a couple of days ago. I wonder what that bitch gave him for his birthday present. Normally, I wouldn't bring another woman down by calling her a bitch and other words but this bitch is a fucking exception since she tried to fucking kill me and still, to this day, thinks she succeeded.

Newsflash bitch, I'm still breathing.

Valentina and Vin rushed out of the house as I put a movie on. The kids were with Valentina's parents for today. Now, you're probably thinking why aren't the twins going, reason number one is because people might think they're ruining the ceremony by talking and running around and just by being kids. Reason number two is because if there's an attack, they're most likely to get hurt.

I sat with a box of tissues and a bag of popcorn as the movie began playing. The Notebook. This movie breaks my heart every single fucking time I watching it. And what better time to watch it then when the one you love is getting married.

Our marriage isn't valid anymore. I was 'dead' for years which means Sebastian was left as a widower. It's sad but it's true. So he's free to marry whoever he want to right now because our marriage isn't valid.

He probably wishes I stayed dead.

Lol, he should've known I'm invincible and unkillable, mostly because I spent a year with him and he didn't even get near to killing me.

Almost thirty minutes later, I hastily turned the tv off and stood up from my seat and rushed upstairs to my room with only one thought on my mind.

Fuck it, if I can't have him, that bitch sure as hell can't.

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I entered through the back of the venue by climbing in through a fucking window. I would've thought they would have a lot more security than they have now since they're kind of famous for their businesses and Sebastian runs a fucking mafia. Unfortunately, I got turned away at the door because I obviously wasn't on the guest list.

Asshole didn't even invite his supposed dead wife to his wedding. I'm offended.

Nah, I'm kidding. I've already said that we're technically not married anymore.

I looked around the room I was in. I looked around to see clothes littered everywhere. Champagne glasses were left on a table as heels were left laying around on the floor.

My eyes widened in shock as I realised where I was. The bridal suite.

Fuck me.

The door opened and loud voices startled me, making me run to the en-suite bathroom. Now, imagine if they just walk in here and see me. I'd die.

"You're gonna marry the guy in a few moments," one of Isabella's friends or bridesmaids or someone she paid to be her friend, chuckled. "You don't need to go and see him now."

"You really need to stop sneaking off," another one laughed. "He's gonna think you're obsessed."

"Why wouldn't I be? He's hot and mine," she said smugly. "Ladies, a toast to me finally getting the man of my dreams after all these years."

"It's been more than ten years to be precise," another one spoke up, correcting her. "But I'll drink to that!" I watched through the crack in the door so see Isabella lifting a glass of champagne to her lipstick tainted lips as she hugged her flower bouquet close to her stomach.

Weirdo, it's not even time to walk down the fucking isle yet so why the fuck are you holding the bouquet?

So this bitch has been in love with Sebastian since they were teenagers?

"You worked hard to get him," another one complimented her. How many people are fucking in here?

I tuned out of their conversation of praising the bitch who failed at killing me. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. I was glowing. For some reason, I looked happy and just lighter. Plus my makeup was just working with me for once today. I didn't even have to redo it because both of my eyelids and eyebrows looked the same on my first go.

But I think I'll feel even lighter after today no matter the outcome because then I can say I tried. I have so many fucking regrets but I know that I'll regret not doing something today. I know I will. At least this way, I can say that I tried and that I didn't just let it happen.

"I'll just be a minute, I need to head to the bathroom," one of them said as I heard the clacking of her cheap heels nearing me.

Now, these weren't the hooker heels but the cheap crappy ones that have a weak heel or strap that breaks after a few wears.

I apologise if anyone feels offended by the hooker heels comment. I call them hooker heels because I have no idea how else to describe them since I have no idea what they're fucking called.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She's gonna see me. What do I do? Do I have to kidnap her? Fuck.

"Ladies!," someone else exclaimed as I heard a door opening. I think it's a newcomer. "Time is up and now it's time to walk down the isle to your boo. No time for breaks either, the officiant has a busy day today."

"We're ready," Isabella said. I could just imagine her looking at herself in the mirror. "Do I look absolutely perfect?"

"Beautiful."

"Gorgeous."

"Perfect."

Satisfied at their answers, they all left the room, forgetting about needing to use to bathroom. I slowly left the bathroom and cracked open the door before quietly following them.

In case you're wondering about a plan, I have nothing. I'm just winging it which is what I used to do with my exams. But I still somehow managed to failed those so it's probably not a great comparison.

I doubt Isabella would recognise me anyway.

I watched from afar as they finally reached the big fat hall or ballroom or whatever these rooms are called. Isabella took a deep breath as she clutched her bouquet of flowers in front of her tightly almost as if she had something to hide.

Minutes later, all the bridesmaids had walked down the isle and it was finally Isabella's turn. I watched as she painted a huge smile on her face that resembled a clown before walking.

I hope she trips and falls.

That was really mean and the clown insult too. But I mean, she tried to kill me so she deserves it and more.

I feel no guilt.

Ten minutes later, I walked towards the main room and stood ,hiding my body, behind a big pillar. I need to find the right time.

After the officiants big speech that everyone tunes out on, he gave me the perfect opportunity.

"If there are any objections to this marriage, I suggest you speak now or forever hold your peace," the officiant spoke.

"I object!," Vin exclaimed, taking a step forwards from his spot at the alter. He's one of his best men.

Sebastian gave him a glare and Vin returned it with a smile. I love him.

"I object!," Dom spoke up from next to Vin. He turned to the possible bride and groom before speaking. "I'm sorry."

Nice to see he's back from his little getaway.

Others stood up and objected including Valentina. I really have a small friendship circle. I barley know anyone here. I recognise some people from his mafia standing up and objecting.

Damn, you people really want to die.

Just as Sebastian was about to pull out his gun and force them all to shut up, I moved out from behind the pillar. I stood bang in the middle of the end of the isle. All eyes were on me especially his and hers.

A smirk grew on my face.

"Did my invite get lost in the mail, darling?"

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