Chapter 14 STORY 4 – FUCKING MY FIANCE’S GROOMSMEN (I)

The elevator climbs toward the penthouse.

Forty-four. Forty-eight. Fifty-two.

I catch my reflection in the brass doors. White silk robe. White lace lingerie underneath. White veil pinned in my hair like a cruel joke.

The perfect bride. About to get gangbanged by her fiancé’s entire wedding party.

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