In the history of the Syrvoski family, two important events took a dramatic turn and transformed the course of their legacy. What was once a time of great joy and celebration became a turning point that reshaped the entire narrative of the Syrvoski lineage. And I found myself at the centre of it. Instead of being a source of happiness, I became a curse upon my own kin.
He loves me..... He hates me..... He created hell for me: In my love story, he is both the healer and the tormentor. This is his revenge.
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It was my happiest day. The day of my sister's wedding. An event that unfolded in the grandeur of the 17th century, the year 1610.
Picture, if you will, a scene of unparalleled opulence, where every detail spoke of luxury and extravagance.
The cathedral was stunning, filled with riches and history. Its tall spires reached for the sky and were carved with intricate designs. Inside, the atmosphere was grand and impressive, making our gathering feel special and memorable.
In the midst of a congregation of emperors, empresses, and royalty hailing from every corner of the world, the ambiance crackled with an undeniable sense of regal presence.
The entrance to the grand church was a breathtaking sight, adorned with majestic floral arches draped with rare blossoms and lush ivy, creating a tapestry of natural beauty.
As guests entered the grand hall, they were greeted by a lavish aisle adorned with plush carpets, inviting them to walk with grace. Towering candelabras cast a golden light, illuminating the marble floor. Even the pews were dressed in shiny white silk.
The Pope, who had come from the Vatican to bless the bride and groom, stood tall at the altar. His presence exuded both solemnity and joy as he stood before the majestic statue of Jesus.
Beside him, the groom, Dion Atlantus, stood with pride reminiscent of an emperor on his throne, flanked by his two best men, Adrian and Cal.
Dion exuded an aura akin to the sun, radiating confidence and readiness for the vows to come.
Every aspect of his clothing exudes sophistication, from the golden embroidery that caught and reflected the light to the ornamental buttons that sparkled like rare gems.
A majestic golden cape contributed an additional touch of grandeur to his ensemble.
In the hushed reverend of the room, all eyes were fixed upon the entrance, where the brides impend…
A gentle hush descended upon the congregation. My sister Arabella appeared, adorned in a gown of exquisite silk, its intricate embroidery sparkling with silver threads.
As she glided down the aisle towards her beloved groom, I couldn't help but feel like an ethereal vision brought to life. At her side, , at the place typically reserved for my father, walked the grand duke himself.
His commanding presence radiated was a worthy substitute for my absent father on this momentous occasion.
Beside my sister, I held the end of my sister’s long wedding veil with gentle reverence: a silent reminder that she was not alone on this journey.
An uncontrollable smile adorned her face, a smile that was reflected in the face of her groom.
In the midst of the joyful festivities, as my sister and I approached the altar, a disconcerting change came over Adrian, the groom's best man.
His once amiable smile contorted into a sinister grin. A sense of foreboding gripped me.
Before my sister and I could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, Adrian abruptly drew a dagger and thrust it into Dion’s back. Dion’s magnificent white suit splattered with blood. The peaceful church had taken a ghastly turn.
The once-celebratory atmosphere turned sinister. The ominous smile adorned the assailant's face. His eyes were locked onto mine.
I dropped my sister's veil and rushed towards Dion, dropping to my knees beside his crumpled body. Life was diminishing slowly from his eyes: the dagger had pierced straight through his heart.
Adrian pulled the knife from Dion's heart and prepared to strike again, but I intervened, grabbing Adrian's hand in an attempt to stop him. Despite my struggles, he was too powerful for me, and everyone else stood frozen in shock. Desperately, I sank my teeth into his wrist, hoping to loosen his grip on the deadly weapon.
Adrian looked at me with a shock and then, in a chilling twist, he vanished into the air, leaving behind Dion, drenched in blood while I sat in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened..
The unfolding of this incident was so rapid that it left us all frozen in shock, suspended in that moment of disbelief.
As I stood by Dion's side in his final moments, his blood-stained hand gently brushed against my cheek and whispered, "RUN"
Before I could grasp anything, his shove propelled me with such ferocity that I was flung backward. Behind me loomed a vast window; my body crashed through it, the glass shattering as I hurtled outside. I collided with the hard ground, tumbling uncontrollably. Bruises blossomed across my body, my dress torn and tattered.
As I struggled to rise and turn my gaze toward the church, horror struck me like a lightning bolt. The once serene venue erupted into a raging inferno, flames engulfing the whole church. My sister, My family—I screamed in anguish, the word "no" tearing from my lips in a desperate plea.
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The second horrific event that struck my family took place in the 21st century.
It was my wedding. And who knew my wedding day too would turn out in a horrific way, just like my sister’s. .
The grandeur of the Syrvoski's and Louis’s wedding surpassed even the most extravagant Hollywood film festivals, a spectacle of opulence and magnificence that left all who attended in awe.
The sprawling grand palace, resplendent in its architectural majesty, served as the breathtaking backdrop for the celebration of a lifetime.
As guests arrived, they were greeted by a procession of dignitaries and high-ranking officials from around the globe, their presence lending an air of international prestige to the affair.
Ministers, presidents, and even influential figures from the shadowy world of organised crime mingled among the elite, their power and influence evident in every graceful step.
Adding to the allure were the chaebols, the titans of industry and finance whose vast wealth and influence rivalled that of royalty.
Dressed in designer suits and gowns dripping with jewels, they moved through the crowd like modern-day kings and queens, their presence a testament to the opulence of the occasion.
Inside, the halls were transformed into a veritable palace of dreams, with towering arrangements of ivory and gold adorning every corner.
Tables groaned under the weight of golden cutlery and sparkling crystal. Exquisite floral centrepieces adorned each table, their delicate petals reflecting the soft glow of candlelight.
Guests were entertained by world-class musicians and dancers, a testament to the beauty and diversity of the human spirit. The air was alive with laughter and music, and the joy was infectious..
It was the wedding my groom had orchestrated with meticulous care, a day he had anticipated with unparalleled excitement and longing. He had waited for this day with more enduring patience than anyone can imagine.
The bridal gown shimmered with an ethereal glow, a vision in white adorned. The modern silhouette hugged my curves elegantly, while intricate lacework cascaded down the bodice, reminiscent of delicate golden vines. The skirt flowed gracefully, layers of chiffon and satin catching the light and casting a radiant sheen.
With each step, I seemed to glide like a celestial being, my ensemble a harmonious blend of tradition and contemporary allure.
As I made my way down the aisle with my father, I could see the love radiating from his eyes.
Dressed in a resplendent suit of luxurious white and gold, his stance was confident and proud, a perfect complement to the Syrvoski tradition. Every detail of his attire was a reflection of the regal lineage we were about to unite.
As I approached my groom, his gaze never wavered, his eyes locked on mine with unwavering devotion. In that moment, surrounded by the splendor of our surroundings and the warmth of our loved ones, I knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, a future of endless possibility.
As I walked towards my groom, a sense of foreboding washed over me, freezing everyone in place as if time itself had come to a standstill.
Dancers hung mid-air, frozen in their elegant poses, while others remained suspended in various stages of movement. Sensing danger, I turned to see a crimson fog creeping towards me, sending shivers down my spine. like history repeating in front of my eyes.
As I gazed upon my groom, a chilling wave of fear came over me, stirring haunting memories of a dark past. Without hesitation, I flung aside the bouquet of flowers that had adorned my hands, casting them to the floor in my frantic rush.
Clutching the hem of my gown tightly, I dashed forward with all the urgency I could muster, driven by an instinctual need to reach my husband, to protect him from whatever unseen peril lurked in the shadows.
Each step was a desperate plea, a silent prayer for his safety, as I raced towards him with a heart heavy.
But my worst fears were realised. By the time I reached him, my groom was already lying on the ground, his once-vibrant attire stained with his own blood. A knife protruded from his chest.
It was a knife I had seen before. With a strangled cry, I rushed to my lover’s side, my hands trembling as I cradled his head in my lap.
Desperation clawed at my chest as I begged him to stay, to cling to life with every fibre of his being.
But even as I pleaded, I felt the inexorable pull of death drawing him away from me. His breaths grew shallow, his gaze flickering with fading light.
"Do not dare to close your eyes. You promised me life together," I screamed.
And as he slipped away from me, his eyes locked with mine one last time, filled with love and sorrow.
Tears streamed down my face unchecked as I cried out into the deafening silence, my voice echoing with the raw anguish of a soul shattered by loss.
And amidst the anguish, the perpetrator stood, that monster, he laughed, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked in the shadows.
With chilling finality, it whispered in my ear: "Welcome to hell, love. I've kept my word."
I looked up at him with hatred flooding through me.
"Who are you?"
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