After They Killed My Grandmother, I Canceled My Wedding

I couldn't fight him, so I got in the car.

Going back was fine. It would give me a chance to get the brooch my grandmother had left me.

Just as I pushed open the apartment door, the crystal chandelier in the living room burst into light.

Serena, dressed in a satin nightgown that exposed most of her pale legs, pulled a party popper with a loud bang.

"A special celebration for me and my dear Vincent, for the anniversary of our first big score together!"

I froze in the doorway.

Behind me, Vincent laughed.

"I thought you went home. What are you doing back here?"

"And all this fuss… I'm surprised you remembered."

So he had sent Serena home, then used the time to come and "get" me.

Vincent opened his arms, catching Serena as she threw herself into his embrace.

They wrestled playfully, and over his shoulder, Serena shot me a triumphant smirk.

I didn't say a word, just turned and went into the bedroom.

I pushed open the door.

What used to be my bedroom was now a chaotic mess, piled high with luxury shopping bags and boxes like a storage room.

Even the haute couture wedding dress Vincent had sent over a few days ago was tossed carelessly in a corner, slashed to ribbons and covered in dust.

Not that I had the heart to care anymore.

I lifted the pillow, feeling for the brooch my grandmother had left me.

The red silk cloth was still there, but it was empty.

My mind went blank. A deafening roar filled my ears.

Just as I wondered if it had fallen somewhere, I heard Serena's cloying voice from the living room.

"I was browsing a flea market today and found this antique brooch. It's rather unique."

"Vincent, let me pin it on your suit. Will you have a drink with me tonight?"

Vincent's tone was playful.

"You sly little fox. Don't think I can't see what you're up to."

"You just want everyone to see me wearing something you gave me, don't you?"

"Oh, so what if I do?"

"I know you're about to marry Chloe, but we grew up together. I've always seen you as a brother. Does getting married mean I'm not your sister anymore?"

Serena pouted, melting into his arms.

Their bodies were pressed close. Vincent toyed with the brooch, its emerald glinting under the lights.

My heart clenched.

I rushed over and tore her hand away.

"Give me that brooch! You don't deserve to touch it!"