Sebastian's PoV

"Did my invite get lost in the mail, darling?" My body froze as I heard her voice.

What the fuck is she doing here? She cannot be here. I turned my body to face her as did Isabella. I hope this hasn't fucked shit up.

I specifically made sure the security I got was the best. I didn't want anyone that wasn't invited here yet she managed to get through.

How the fuck did she even know I was getting married today? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I really hope this doesn't stop the wedding from happening. That will mean almost six years of my fucking life have been wasted.

This has to happen. I will make sure it does even if it's the last thing I do.

Regardless of all that, it's nice to see she grew a backbone. I mean, she had one before but it wasn't as obvious or as big as it is now.

Fuck that. Fuck her. Fuck everyone. This fucking wedding is happening today whether she likes it or not.

Liliana's PoV

"Did my invite get lost in the mail, darling?," I asked with a smirk as Isabella furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she looked back and forth between me and Sebastian. He looked like he wanted to kill me.

Haha, jokes on him. She tried to kill me but failed.

All eyes were on me. I know I look amazing. My makeup is flawless, my dress is sort of like a revenge type of dress. It's a red body-con dress with a sweetheart neckline.

But that's totally irrelevant right now.

With my gaze fixated on Sebastian and Isabella, I saw, from the corner of my eye, Doms eyes widen as he saw me. Vin and Valentina looked at each other proudly, knowing they are the reason why I'm here. Dom is also part of the reason since I can't get what he said to me out of my fucking head.

~Flashback~

"I thought you were different. You were family to me. A sister. I knew I'd do anything to protect you but you wouldn't do the same, would you? You're just selfish and I wish I realised this sooner. Honestly, I wish we never met."

~End Of Flashback~

I forced myself out of my own head to focus on what's happening in front of me. I cannot lie and say that his words meant nothing to me when they did. They cut pretty deep, mostly because no one has ever really said that to me before. I was selfish for leaving, I admit that but I am family to him whether he wants me to be or not. I'm always gonna be here for him from now on.

I watched intently as Isabella and Sebastian dropped hands. Isabella turned to face me. I hid my shock when I saw her growing belly. She's pregnant.

Yet, she drank a glass of champagne earlier. Unless I imagined it? I did not. I really do not need to be second guessing myself at a time like this.

My face remained neutral as I forced my eyes to her face. "Who are you?," she asked, clearly confused. Come on, I don't look that different, do I?

"Oh, he's not told you, has he?," I asked feigning concern, doing exactly what he did to me with Jordan. She slowly shook her head. If she wasn't such a bitch, I'd probably actually like her.

Scratch that, my bitch radar wouldn't allow that to happen. It'll just screech and screech until I'm far away from that bitch.

A small sinister smile grew on my face. "Guess who's back from the dead?," I asked in a sing-song tone.

I slowly stalked forwards, taking my time and scanning the whole room. Isabella gasped and tried taking a step back as she realised what I said before almost tripping over her dress.

I manifested that.

Sebastian's arm reached out and steadied her. It's a shame she didn't fall.

She pushed his arms away from her. "What's wrong?," I asked her tauntingly. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Shut the fuck up," Sebastian said flatly at me. Gee, what a way to ruin my fun.

I shook my head slowly. "I have no reason to," I shrugged. "Oh by the way, baby, you look as handsome as ever."

He harshly glared at me, no words leaving his mouth.

I feel like such a badass. Honestly, I should do this more often.

"As for you," I said, turning to Isabella, "You look the same as ever." Her chest heaved up and down heavily as she probably contemplated between attacking me. I paused for a moment. "I wouldn't take that as a compliment either."

By now, I was so close to the alter yet so far. The officiant looked at his watch impatiently. Damn, is this not entertaining enough for you? The whole room was deadly silent as they watched and waited to see what their leaders next movements were going to be.

Even though he's rarely there for the mafia, he still owns it and still leads it. There's no changing that, unless he dies.

"Oh hey Willow!," I said feigning happiness as turned my body to the side and waved at her, still walking ahead.

She hesitantly lifted her hand up to wave back at me. Isabella shot her a glare causing Willow to shrink back into her seat.

"Isabelle, next time you kill someone, make sure they're dead. Who knows what sort of skeletons might jump up from out of nowhere?," I said with a small sigh.

"It's Isabella," she spoke, correcting me on her name. It was only one wrong letter. She really needs to chill out.

Now, I was stood directly in front of the couple. "I remember standing here six years ago," I began. "With the same man."

"Where are you going with this?," she asked, getting annoyed. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I just wanted to remind you that you aren't the first one he's stood here with."

"Anyway," I said moving my gaze from her to Sebastian. "Have you missed your supposedly dead wife?"

He didn't say a word as he grabbed my upper arm tightly. "I think this counts as assault," I spoke loudly, hoping everyone can hear.

"Shut the fuck up. You want to talk, we'll talk," he spat out as he slowly began to walk back down the isle, dragging me behind him.

Oh, how this brings back memories.

"Careful!," I exclaimed. "I have heels on and they aren't cheap."

Christian Louboutin red bottom heels. My bank account is crying.

I could hear footsteps following behind us as we entered an empty room. He pulled me in as Valentina, Vin, Dom and the bride to be tumbled in.

"What the fuck!"

"Come on!"

"You did not have to drag her out of there like that."

"SHUT UP!," Sebastian roared out. "AND GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Chill out, Stegosaurus.

It worked as they all fell silent. Silently, they all exited leaving Sebastian and her in here with me. I'm dead. They're gonna take turns in stabbing me.

"Isabella," Sebastian said. "Go. I'll deal with this myself." She looked almost hurt as he told her get out.

"W-."

"Someone needs to make sure the officiant doesn't leave," he said, cutting her off and convincing her to leave. She nodded her head and left.

We stood in an uncomfortable silence for a moment. "So she's pregnant?," I asked, breaking the silence. He ignored me. I let out a soft sight.

If she's pregnant then why the fuck was she drinking champagne?

"It's yours?" He stayed silent once again. Taking a huge chance, I opened my mouth again. "It's not yours, is it?"

"It has nothing to do with you," he finally spoke, giving me the exact answer I had hoped for as soon as I saw her belly. "Just say what you need to say then get the fuck out."

I watched as he stuffed his hands into his dress pants pockets, keeping a careful eye on the time. "You can't marry her. I can't let you," I spoke.

His head snapped towards mine. "I didn't see you there besides me as I grieved for you," he snapped. "She was there."

"She's also the reason why we lost each other." He let out a scoff.

"We lost each other because you gave up on us and ran away. I'm marrying her and that's final. If you came here with the idea of us getting back together, you need to get the fuck out 'cause that's not happening."

My breath hitched in my throat. She's poisoned his mind and turned him against me. It's like Stockholm syndrome but different. But what could I have expected? I showed up here, out of the blue, after six years.

I let him go once and now, he's in my reach, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get him back, no matter what because I now know that we're meant for each other. But if he's actually really happy with her, much happier than he'd be with me, then I guess reuniting won't be an option after all.