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 center 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 the hell for me: In my love story, he is both the healer and the tormentor. It's his revenge.
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It was my happiest day. The day of my sister wedding. An event that unfolded in the grandeur of the 17th century.
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 decorated with beautiful 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 and creating a celestial atmosphere.
The pews were dressed in beautiful shiny white and blue silk fabrics, adding to the regal aura of the space.
Pop stood tall, his presence was exuding both solemnity and joy as he stood before the majestic statue of Jesus.
Beside him, the groom Dion Atlantus, stood with pride like a 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.
Dion's attire echoed the regal magnificence of an emperor's ceremonial robes, embellished with the opulence suitable for a royal wedding. Every aspect of his clothing exuded sophistication, from the golden embroidery that caught and reflected the light to the ornamental buttons that sparkled like rare gems.
A majestic golden cape cascaded behind him, unfurling like a noble standard. Woven from the finest silk and adorned with elaborate designs of glistening gold thread, the cape contributed an additional touch of grandeur to his ensemble.
In the hushed reverence of the room, all eyes were fixed upon the entrance, where the bride's impending arrival held the promise of etching a timeless moment into the hearts and minds of all who awaited her presence.
With a gentle hush descending upon the congregation, My sister Arabella appeared, adorned in a gown of the most exquisite silk, its intricate embroidery sparkling with threads of gold and silver.
As she glided down the aisle towards her beloved groom, I couldn't help but feel like an ethereal vision brought to life. And there, at the place typically reserved for my father, stood the grand duke himself.
His commanding presence radiated an authority, he was a worthy substitute for my absent father on this momentous occasion.
Beside my sister, I, held the end of my sister long wedding veil with gentle reverence. I was a silent reminder to her that she was not alone on this journey towards matrimony.
Together, we traversed the aisle, each step bringing her closer to the one she loved and the new chapter of life that awaited for them.
An uncontrollable smile adorned her face, a reflection of the overwhelming happiness that surged within her. The groom, waiting at the altar, wore a smile of his own – it was a testament to the profound joy that seeing his soon-to-be-bride brought him.
In the midst of the joyful festivities, a disconcerting change came over the groom's best man, who had been a steady presence throughout the celebration.
His once amiable smile contorted into a sinister grin, casting an eerie shadow over the merriment. A sense of foreboding gripped me and my sister. I felt uncomfortable. My body was shivering from an unknown fear.
Before me and my sister could fully grasp the gravity of the situation or articulate my growing unease, the festivities took a ghastly turn.
Dion, who had dressed in a magnificent white suit embellished with intricate golden designs for his special day, now appeared in a haunting shadow. His attire bore the ominous mark of red stains.
A sinister betrayal unfolded as the man standing beside the groom thrust a dagger into the back of the groom. The joyous occasion shattered in an instant, replaced by the gasps of horrified spectators.
The once-celebratory atmosphere turned sinister. The ominous smile adorned the assailant's face. His eyes were locked onto mine.I stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before my eyes.
However, before he could make a move, I had already dropped my sister's veil and hurried towards her groom, my instincts had warned me of impending danger. However, my brave attempt was too late, as the knife had already struck the groom's heart.
I struggled to halt the assailant's advances, but he proved too strong for me, while others were in shocked, standing in their places. In a desperate time, I sank my teeth into his wrist, hoping that he lose his grip on the deadly weapon.
Despite my efforts, the assailant's sinister grin remained, his gaze shifted from my sister to mine. He looked at me with a shock and then, in a chilling twist, he vanished into thin air, leaving behind Dion, drenched in blood while I stood 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 took place in 21st century.
The grandeur of the Syrvoski's and Louis 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 organized 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 rivaled 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 palace, 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 centerpieces adorned each table, their delicate petals reflecting the soft glow of candlelight.
Guests were entertained by world-class musicians and dancers, their performances was a testament to the beauty and diversity of the human spirit. The air was alive with laughter and music, the joy of the occasion was infectious and boundless.
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 an 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 were befitting the grandeur of this occasion.
As I made my way down the aisle with my father, I could see the joy radiating from his eyes, a testament to the depth of his love and the magnitude of this moment.
Dressed in a resplendent suit of luxurious white and gold, he stood at the altar, his stance confident and proud, a perfect complement to the Syrvoski tradition. Every detail of his attire spoke of elegance and refinement, a reflection of the regal lineage we were about to unite.
As I approached, 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, one filled with love, laughter, and 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 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 infront of my eyes.
As I gazed upon my groom, a chilling wave of fear washed 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 him, 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 realized as I reached him, my groom lying on the ground, his once-vibrant attire stained with his own blood. A knife protruded from his chest.
That knife I had seen it before. With a strangled cry, I rushed to his 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 fiber 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.
In that moment, my heart shattered into a million pieces, consumed by grief and disbelief.
I was consumed by a profound sense of helplessness. 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."
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