MISTAKE
Mia × Damien
I couldn't stop smiling.
The veil felt heavier than I imagined, but I didn't care. My father squeezed my hand before letting me walk down the aisle, and all I could see was him—my fiancé—waiting for me with teary eyes and the softest smile I'd ever seen.
This was it.
The day I'd dreamed of for years.
The vows blurred together because my heart was beating too fast. Everyone was laughing, crying, clapping.
Then—
A loud crash echoed from somewhere behind us.
At first, I thought someone had dropped a decoration.
Another crash.
Then a scream.
Not the joyful kind.
A terrified one.
The music stopped. Guests turned toward the entrance. Someone shouted, "Get down!"
My bouquet slipped from my fingers.
My veil covered my face.
I couldn't see.
Only hear.
Footsteps.
Someone walked up to me..and lifted my veil gently.
As I looked up to meet his eyes. My eyes popped out of the socket.
Mia Bennett
(lips parted)...!
It was Damian Sinclair who lifted my veil.
His fingers brushed the edge of the lace as he slowly raised it, revealing my face to him instead of the man I had just married.
He didn't smile.
He simply stared.
My breath caught in my throat.
My heart lurched so violently I thought everyone around me could hear it.
No...
Damien Sinclair
" I'm sorry honey..I was late. "
(says as he takes off his gloves)
Damien Sinclair
" Your groom..and your husband." (says as he gently kisses her knuckles)
Mia Bennett
(stares at him in fear)
Damien Sinclair
" Mh...don't be scared honey.. I promise..I won't hurt you. " (smiles)
Damien Sinclair
" Now..like a good bride. let's get married.." (says as he pulls her closer to him)
Mia Bennett
(gulps) " Mr..Mr..Sinclair.. "
Damien Sinclair
" Damien honey..." (whispers to her ears)
Mia Bennett
" I..I. won't marry you. "
The words left my lips before fear could stop them.
For a moment, Damian Sinclair said nothing.
His expression didn't change. He simply regarded me with an eerie calm, as though he had expected my answer all along.
Damien Sinclair
" That's your final decision?"
I swallowed hard but forced myself to nod.
Damien Sinclair
"Very well,"( he said, his voice almost gentle)
"Just remember... every choice has consequences."
Damien Sinclair
"It would be unfortunate if your refusal brought hardship to every person connected to you."
My breath caught.
He hadn't raised his voice.
He hadn't made a scene.
Yet the quiet certainty in his words was far more unsettling.
He straightened his jacket and offered the faintest smile.
Mia Bennett
" What do you want?" (asks)
Damian paused.
For a long moment, he simply watched me, his unreadable gaze fixed on mine.
Then, with unsettling composure, he answered,
The single word stole the air from my lungs.
Damien Sinclair
"I gave you a choice," (he said evenly) "Whether you accept it... is entirely up to you."
I stared at him in disbelief.
Mia Bennett
"You call this a choice?"
Damien Sinclair
"No," (he admitted quietly) "I call it the only outcome I'm willing to accept."
Friends
Ivy Pov :
Our exams are about to start. So we have to manage both college work and exams together. So whenever we get time…we sit at our study spot to study. And today I'm with my 2 friends…who do everything except studying.
Isabella Moretti
(whines) " I hate exams…"
Charlotte Holloway
" Mee too senorita.."
Ivy Harrington
" You both done?"
Ivy Harrington
" Can't you be a little focused..?" (says while raising her eyebrow)
Isabella Moretti
" My dear, we aren't studious like you…"
Ivy Harrington
" Come on..everyone's major demands focus.." (says angrily)
Charlotte Holloway
" Chill...she was joking."
Ivy Harrington
" Can you both be good humans and look at your PPT's?"
Charlotte Holloway
" Okay.."
Eleanor Ashford
" Hey my little bae's…" (says sitting beside them)
She wasn't just the most popular senior—she was the standard everyone tried to reach.
Every hallway became her runway. Every glance followed her. Confidence dripped from every step she took, and style wasn't something she wore—it was who she was.
Feared by some, admired by many, and envied by almost everyone, she ruled the campus without ever asking for permission. One smile could make someone's day. One cold look could ruin it.
They called her the Queen Bee for a reason.
Because queens aren't crowned.
They're remembered.
Eleanor Ashford
" How are you all? " (says taking out her lipstick)
Isabella Moretti
" As usual.."
Charlotte Holloway
" Utterly traumatised."
Eleanor Ashford
(laughs) " Poor little girls.." (says applying lipstick while checking her phone)
And then there was me.
The girl no one noticed.
Hidden behind thick glasses and books that never seemed to leave her hands, I had spent so many nights staring at computer screens and phone notes that dark circles had become a permanent part of my face.
While everyone else chased popularity, she chased perfect grades
I wasn't fashionable. I wasn't famous. I wasn't the girl people turned to look at.
I was the quiet nerd everyone overlooked...
But I had them..2 friends and a supportive senior throught out my college years.
And then we have Isabella.
She was sunshine in human form.
With a smile that could brighten the dullest room and laughter that was impossible to ignore, Isabelle was the girl everyone knew—and everyone adored. Friendly, confident, and effortlessly charming, she floated through life making friends wherever she went.
But behind every sparkling laugh was a heart that believed the world was just as kind as she was.
Cheerful. Bubbly. Social. Unforgettable.
This is Isabelle—the girl who lights up every room... without realizing that not every smile around her is genuine.
Then my pro babe - Charlotte
She doesn't wear elegance like a crown—she wears defiance like armor.
Combat boots. Messy hair. Hands shoved into her pockets. She laughs in the face of rules and walks into trouble as if it belongs to her. People mistake her silence for indifference.
That's their first mistake.
Charlotte is the kind of girl who never raises her voice, yet everyone falls quiet when she enters. Reckless, fearless, and impossible to predict, she's a storm wrapped in a smirk. Every move she makes carries a quiet warning: get too close, and you'll regret it.
She isn't the hero.
She isn't the villain.
She's the danger you never see coming.
Sinclairs
My hands wouldn't stop trembling.
The pen felt impossibly heavy, as though it knew what I was about to do.
I stared at the marriage papers until the words blurred into meaningless lines.
This wasn't how I'd imagined signing my name.
Not like this.
Not with every beat of my heart screaming at me to run.
My fingers tightened around the pen.
With a shaky breath, I signed.
The ink dried almost instantly.
A single signature.
One that felt like it had stolen my future.
Then he reached into his coat.
A simple platinum band rested in his palm.
Without asking, he took my hand.
His grip was steady—firm enough that I couldn't pull away without causing a scene, though he didn't tighten it. My fingers felt numb as he slid the ring onto my left hand.
The cool metal settled against my skin like a weight I couldn't shake.
Damien Sinclair
" From this moment forward," (he announced his eyes never leaving mine )"she is my wife."
The words echoed through the room.
No applause followed.
No congratulations.
Only a suffocating silence.
I lowered my gaze to the ring.
It glittered beneath the lights, beautiful to everyone else.
To me...
It felt like a chain.
As the car rolled to a stop, I stared up at the mansion.
This was my new home.
Or perhaps...
My prison.
Damian stepped out first, then offered me his hand.
I hesitated.
Only for a second.
Then I took it.
Including Damian, the Sinclair brothers stood together like kings receiving a guest.
One by one, they greeted me with impeccable manners.
Adrian Sinclair
"If you need anything, just ask."
Roman Sinclair
"We hope you'll be comfortable here."
Their voices were courteous.
Their smiles were restrained.
To anyone else, they would have seemed like refined gentlemen from an influential family.
But I knew better.
The Sinclair name wasn't built on business alone.
It was whispered in places where people lowered their voices and looked over their shoulders.
These men didn't merely command respect.
They commanded fear.
Their wealth had been bought with bloodshed, their influence stretched through the darkest corners of the underworld, and every rumor I'd ever heard painted them as men who erased problems without leaving a trace.
Yet here they were...
Welcoming me as family.
My stomach twisted.
I forced myself to return their greeting, though my pulse thundered in my ears.
When I glanced at Damian, he was already watching me.
His expression remained unreadable.
Without a word, he rested a hand lightly against the small of my back, guiding me farther into the mansion.
Mia Bennett
(sitting on the bed)(breathing heavily)
Mia Bennett
* What have I gotten myself into..? *
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