The Cursed and the Curse-Breaker

Eloise's POV

I let out a cold laugh and snapped right back at them. “I’m 23 years old. Since when do I need your permission to go anywhere or do anything? And that wedding dress? It’s mine. No one’s taking it from me.”

“You ungrateful brat!” my dad shouted, slapping me hard across the face.

My mom also lunged forward and grabbed the gown like a madwoman. “Your sister wants it, so take it off! Now!”

I tried to fight back, but Tristan grabbed both my arms and pinned me down.

Under the gown, I was only wearing stick-on covers and underwear. Just like that, he saw everything.

The shame hit me like a wave. I felt tears welling up, and when he saw that I was about to cry, he finally let go so I could change.

When I walked out of the fitting room, I saw Bianca already wearing the gown, with a smug look on her face like she’d just won a prize.

“I told you,” I said, clenching my fists, “that dress is mine.”

I tried to call the manager, but my mother yanked me back roughly. “Are you done embarrassing us? That dress was meant for someone beautiful like your sister. Stop dreaming!”

My dad snatched my phone away and growled, “Go home and reflect on your behavior. You’re grounded until your sister’s wedding is over in two days!”

While I was still shouting in outrage, Tristan told his bodyguards to drag me out and stuff me into the car.

He leaned close to my ear, laughing under his breath. “Eloise, so this is what they mean by playing hard to get. You showed up here on purpose, didn’t you? Just to get my attention?”

He then slipped a key into my palm and added, “Be good. I’ll spend the first half of our wedding night with your sister and the second half with you.”

Disgusted, I spat right in his face. “What kind of trash bag are you? So full of garbage you’re spilling over? Disgusting. You're punching way above your weight.”

Right then, his smile vanished, and his face turned dark. “Ungrateful slut. Who else would want someone like you? You better think this through.”

With that, he told the guards to send me home.

I was then locked in my room, grinding my teeth in rage. Two more days… I couldn’t wait to see Tristan’s cursed transformation, neither man nor woman, just a freak of nature.

And when that happened, the Clarks would blame my sister and my parents first.

I had to find a way to cut ties with them before that.

That night, I caused a ruckus. I broke furniture, threw things, and made so much noise that no one could sleep.

But my parents still refused to let me out.

Left with no choice, I lit a fire.

Half of our estate went up in flames, so my parents called me a jinx and threw me out for good.

In the chaos, I grabbed my phone and called my fiancé. He didn’t ask a single question. He just sent someone to pick me up and take me to an empty luxury villa.

For the next two days, I slept well, rested up, and waited for the wedding day to arrive.

And when it finally came, I put on the custom-made gown that had been designed just for me, and walked into the grand event hall.

The moment my parents and Bianca saw me, their expressions changed instantly.

Even Tristan’s eyes lit up for a second before his face twisted again in disgust.

“Eloise,” he barked, “you show up dressed like this to steal someone else’s wedding? Shameless!”

I hadn’t expected these two walking disasters to choose the exact same day to get married. I frowned.

But then, I calmly replied, “Relax. I’m here to get married, too. Now get out of my way.”

But Bianca stepped in front of me, gripping the hem of her gown, her eyes full of jealousy and resentment. “Why do you always take everything from me, even when we were kids? You can have the dress, fine. But Tristan? I won’t give him up.”

That one line sent the entire room into chaos.

“Wait, what did she just say? The older daughter tried to steal her sister’s wedding dress and the groom?”

With that chaos, our parents pushed through the crowd, their faces flushed with anger.

“Eloise, are you out of your mind? You tried to burn us alive just because we wouldn’t let you steal your sister’s fiancé, and now you have the nerve to show up dressed like this to ruin the wedding?” my mom accused me.

My father then snorted and warned, “Try us, go ahead. Keep this up, and we’ll call the police!”