Chapter 1
VIOLET’S POV
There has never been a time in my life where I felt like stabbing someone in the eyes than now.
My eyes burnt with tears and my hands balled into a fist in anger and pain. My sharp nails pierced into the flesh of my palm, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.
Just a few hours ago, I was just a cheerful young lady, sharing and discussing everything about my wedding plan with my best friend with a smile on my face. But here I was, glaring dagger into the reflection of my best friend in the mirror, wishing I could stab her to death.
“Hey, Vee,” Kira called out, jolting me out of the murderous plan I was planning for her in my head.
I felt the chair I was sitting on moved, and I was face to face with the dirty little whore I called my best friend.
“What?” I gritted my teeth as I watched her slowly raise an eyes-blinding silver necklace in the air, a disgusting smile plastered on her face.
“I will be letting go of my position as your number one person as of today, I felt horrible that someone else will be filing my sport in your life, but since the person is going to be your soon-to-be husband, I don't mind at all.” Kira sniffed back her tears, smiling as she caressed the little stone on the necklace.
I stared blankly at her, watching her tears fall freely as she stared back at me. I was staring deep into her eyes, but I couldn't see my best friend. Kira had gone from the person I loved the most in the world, to someone I wouldn't hesitate to drive a dagger into the crook of her neck if I was given a chance to do as I pleased with her.
“My poor baby is going to get married, and she will be stuck in the palace for the rest of her life, carrying the whole pack’s affairs on her little shoulders along with the Alpha. Oh, my poor baby!” more tears rolled down her eyes, she slapped a hand over her mouth as she sobbed quietly into her hand.
My chest tightened at the sight of my terrible friend, acting like she cared about me. I had a lot of questions to ask her, I wanted to know how long she has been faking to be my friend. I wanted to know if all we had had in the past were all fake and if she had ever loved me at all.
“I…” my lips curved into a smile, it was the first time I would be smiling since I saw her doing what she shouldn't have done to me.
I rubbed my palms together and laughed so hard until I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Oh my, no tears, baby! We can't have you ruining your makeup. I worked hard to get it done.” Kira scolded, grabbed my shoulders and forced me to stay still on the chair.
“You can't have me ruin the make up” but you can ruin my life without thinking twice about how I was going to feel?
I gulped down the rest of the question since I couldn't find it in me to bring the incident up. I wanted to make it a secret to take to my grave because it hurt so much mere thinking about it.
“Um, yes, the make-up.” Kira pouted, still not letting go of my shoulders.
Her nails cut into my flesh, but I didn't say anything to let her know she was hurting me. If what I heard the previous night was true, Kira knew how badly she was hurting me, she just didn't care.
“Why are you doing this?” I slowly raised my head to meet her gaze. Kira arched her brows, shrugging off her shoulders like she didn't understand what I was insinuating. Or she thought it wasn't a big deal.
Her mouth parted and her eyes flickered as she smiled softly. “Huh? Come on, don't be absurd.” she moved her palm to cup my cheeks.
Bile rose at the back of my throat, my stomach churned with disgust as she slowly caressed my cheeks. I wanted to yell at her, to tell her to go to hell where she belonged, but I couldn't.
I was afraid everything would go wrong and I would be the one to suffer the consequences.
“You asked why I was doing this?” Kira scoffed, her eyes darkened as she stared deep into my eyes. Chill ran up my body and I was sure I would have sunk to the floor if I wasn't sitting down on a chair.
“Y–yes. I want to know why you're doing this to me.” I stuttered, moving my gaze away from her.
I wasn't surprised by how afraid I was to hear her tell me she hated me, or that she never liked me. She was my only friend and the only person who ever talked to me after what happened to my mother.
“Because I am the only one you have.” she smirked and let go of my shoulders. “What can you do without me?”
My heart hammered in my chest as I thought of it. Kira has always been my go-to person. I had never done anything without consulting her, not because I needed her validation, but because she was my only friend and I needed someone to talk to about my life.
“You’re right.” I mumbled under my breath before turning the chair, facing the mirror. “You are the only one I have” and I regret ever making you feel like you are the world to me.
I mumbled the rest of the sentence to myself. My eyes went shut as I remembered what my father said to me, how he made it clear not to fuck this up.
Hands wrapped around my chest and I felt the weight of a head resting on my shoulder as I felt hot air against my ear.
“You are stuck with me, Vee.” Kira whispered into my ear and I felt every hair on my body stood in irritation. Anger surged through me and I wanted to drive my fist into her jaw but I remembered my father's intense warning to me.
“You can't fuck this up for me, Violet Hemsworth. Never!”
