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Chapter 1 - Vows laced with lies
.: Lyra & 3rd person POV
Some of us donโt have childhoods. Some of us are trained from the moment we gain enough consciousness to form a sentence till the day we take our last breath.
Lyra stared at her wedding dress that lay on her bed right next to a dress she wore as a kid. The wedding dress was white with a red veil made of lace while the worn out piece of clothing next to it was a white dress with yellow sunflowers on it. Lyra preferred the latter but the choice wasnโt hers to make.
Lyra took her time getting ready, the dress had small pearls on the front and sleeves while the skirt was floor length and plain. The veil however had red pearls sewn onto its border that gave it a bloody look.
Good.
This wedding was no different than murder. But that wasnโt going to stop her. Lyra was going to use this as an opportunity to finally be rid of this miserable, blood sucking life. Even if the cost was her own life.
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At the Altar - Lyra
Thereโs five men sitting on my right and three on my left. I couldnโt tell who they were based on their silhouettes when I walked in and I wonโt waste my time lifting my head to see their faces when I havenโt even bothered to look at my groom. I wonder what his age is. Whether he has a beard or a mustache. Whether he had a previous wife or victim he killed and buried with his own hands. I didnโt ask questions when the invitation was handed to me but a chill moves down my spine when the man standing next to me clears his throat.
Oh.
It was my turn to speak
"I do"
We say our vows and right when the priest announces โthe groom can-โ five sets of feet shuffle behind me before he can finish his sentence.
โEscort her backโ
My father is already back to his controlling self. I turn around and start walking before their bulky hands touch me. I finally lift my face and see the haunted looking building in all its glory while walking down the aisle. Itโs an old renaissance church with stonework done at the top of the walls, small holes where the light seeps in from. The walls have cracks in them and the paint has long chipped. The halls are empty and there is little dust coating the worn out carpets on the sides. When I make it to the entrance to leave, I finally register the words being spoken a few feet behind me.
โHawthornes donโt bow.โ
There goes my groom.
If heโs lucky, papa will only take his hand. If heโs not, his whole body will be covered in bruises. I donโt bother stopping or turning around. I walk to the car, the lace veil still covering my face and body. When I get inside the car and yank my veil off, I feel like I can finally breathe. I see my father walk out of the church and a sigh leaves my lips.
This is going to be a long day.
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Lyraโs room - Kane Estate - 10:00pm
โDonโt make a sound. Donโt ask questions. Just nod and act like a good wife. Maybe if you can keep him busy for a few months, youโll finally be of some benefit to me.โ
This is what dear old papa said to me before letting me leave and I canโt possibly disappoint my father. I will be a nice wife. I will greet my husband with the best enthusiasm. It will be a night he wonโt forget.
Ever.
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11:45pm
I can hear a jeep pulling up into the driveway. Is he already home? I was hoping he would stay out and die in a car crash. If heโs an icky old pervert and tries to force me, Iโll shoot him right in his heart and throw his body over my balcony. Damn the consequences-
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I turn the lights off and hide right behind the door. Thereโs a knock.
were those manners ?
I clear my throat and tell him to come in. The moment he steps inside and the door closes, I push him into the wall while pressing my gun to his neck. I turn the lights on with my empty hand and freeze.
Heโs young, most likely in his twenties. He's tall and smells nice- focus Lyra
He has high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, blonde hair but that's not what catches my attention.
His eyes.
They are gray but empty, void of any emotion. He raises his hand slowly and I move to press the gun harder when I hear him lock the door behind me.
โHello, Lyra.โ
a/n: there's no triggers in this one ๐งโโ๏ธ bcz I realized I had to give u guys background before I could traumatize you. Anyways, Gray is 24 & Lyra is 21 if anyone was wondering. I had a different chapter written but it was too full of fluff so I had to delete and redo and if anyone's confused why the characters seem different, its because their canon events don't happen in this universe & they aren't teens either, tho they will have their fair share of traumatic events. ok bye lmk if u liked the read tho.
this will be set in an au and will not have canon details. This is a very dark fic, please read at your own risk
characters: Grayson Hawthorne x Lyra Catalina Kane
synopsis: Everyone knew only 4 families reigned the underworld in Texas. Three came from dirty money and one from oil money. The four families: Hawthorne, Kane, Kilford & De Levant.
The Kanes were a well-known and feared family. They dabbled in money laundering, illegal shipping of drugs and selling of weaponry. Lyra Kane, the only daughter of Will Kane, the only heir to the Kane fortune or curse, some would call it plans on running away from her family.
Grayson Hawthorne, who worked as a forensic accountant for his grandfather by day & a forensic investigator by night for three families gets meddled into a forced marriage with Lyra Kane to end the hatred between both families after they put a target over Tobias Hawthorne's head. What starts off as an arrangement turns into a haunted relationship where revenge, murders & betrayal take place so let the revenge begin.
tropes: guy falls first but in denial, husband!grayson x wife!lyra, forced marriage (done due to families), forced proximity, dual POV, wife whipped grayson, hallucinations, pseudohallucination
trigger warning: blood, gore, detailed descriptions of murder, serial killer, family abuse, child abuse, guns, torture, drugs, drugs given without awareness, dismembered limbs (may be updated)
chapters linked below:
Prologue - Lyra
Chapter 1 - Vows laced with lies (Lyra + 3rd person POV)
Lyra would repeat that quote in her head over and over, sometimes multiple times a day. She was twelve the first time she read it. Now, even after nine years had passed, she still knew in her heart that quote was about her. Even now, when Lyra was packing up her bag to run away tonight. All she could do was repeat the quote over and over again.
She would run away. She would run far far away, run from this bloodsucking, murderous, nauseating life and never come back. That was the plan until a late night meeting pulled her and the other members of the Kane household into one of the main lounges in the estate.
An invitation. To a wedding.
No.
To her own wedding sat in Lyra's lap.
They were going to marry her off to stop the decades old bloodshed between the two rival families. Maybe running away wasn't the only option she had. Maybe Grayson Hawthorne was her ticket to a normal life. She felt like she could finally breathe until her father threw his invitation on the table, smirking to himself.
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