Crashing into His Vengeance Chapter 06
A private island on Lake Como, Italy. I stared at myself in the mirror, clad in my wedding gown.
My phone vibrated. It was a new update from Julian:
“Elizabeth, I know you are watching. Even if I have to search through hell, I will find you.”
A smirk of mockery tugged at the corner of my mouth.
That was Julian.
Even at a time like this, he still used the tone of a hunter threatening his prey.
The door behind me was pushed open.
chris walked in, looking sharp in his tuxedo.
A trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
Lizzie, if you want to back out, there is still time.”
“No matter what the rumors say outside, you know I would never force you. I will give you a love that doesn’t require you to live in fear, but if you aren’t ready, we can stop at any time.”
I turned around and looked at the man who had accompanied me through my entire youth.
“I’m not backing out, Chris.“
I reached out to straighten his bowtie.
“Do I look like I want to jump back into the fire? He’s acting deep on the internet only because his prey ran
away, and he’s unwilling to accept it.”
I looked into Chris’s eyes, my tone so firm it even surprised me.
may not be able to give you that kind of passionate love right now, but I can give you the most solid alliance.”
Chris fell silent for two seconds, a flicker of heartache in his eyes. He held my hand.
“Okay. Then I will be the guardian of your fortress. As long as I am here, no one can cross the walls to hurt
you again.” Inside the chapel, the sound of the pipe organ was sacred and solemn.
The seats were full, and the air was filled with fragrance.
I took Chris’s arm and walked step by step toward the altar.
The vows were about to begin.
Just as the priest opened the Bible.
Bang-!
The heavy church doors were violently thrown open.
The loud noise startled everyone, and the guests gasped, turning their heads.
Backlit by the doorway, Julian stumbled in.
He had exhausted his last connections and sold his beloved race car just to find this island.
At this moment, he was no longer the glamorous King.
His shirt was wrinkled, his face covered in stubble, and those eyes were filled with terrifying red veins.
Julian charged straight for the altar and violently shoved Chris aside.
“Lizzie, come with me!”
“You can’t marry someone else! I won’t allow it!”
Julian reached out, trying to force his hand onto my wrist.
I looked at him coldly.
Then, using all my strength, I viciously slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”
Julian hadn’t expected me to resist–or rather, the
“docile Lizzie” had never resisted before.
Thrown off balance by my slap, he stumbled back several steps, nearly falling onto the stairs.
Julian stared at his empty palm in disbelief.
Perhaps my absolute resolve truly pierced him.
Under the gaze of the crowd, the arrogant Julian fell to his knees before me.
“Lizzie, I know I was wrong…”
“Don’t marry him, please. I love you, I really love you.”
“Give me one chance to atone, okay? I’m not taking revenge anymore, I don’t want anything else, I just want you.”
If I had heard these words months ago, my heart might have softened.
But now, I felt nothing.
Julian, are you still acting?”
In these five years, was there a single second where you weren’t acting?”
Your so–called love was just using me as a tool to exact revenge on my mother. For five years, every time you looked at me, were you laughing inside at what an easy–to–fool idiot I was?”
“Now you’ve succeeded. You’ve ruined me. Your goal is achieved.”
“Get out.
“Get out of my world.”
I turned away, too lazy to even spare him another glance.
Before Julian could react, Chris signaled with a cold face.
Several burly security guards swarmed in.
They hoisted Julian up and forcibly dragged him out of the church.
“Let go of me! No! Lizzie, I didn’t know the truth back then… I love you!”
Julian struggled desperately, his hands clawing at the doorframe, leaving bloody streaks on the wood.
He didn’t want to go. He couldn’t go.
I paid him no mind, nodding slightly to the priest.
Pastor, please continue.”
The heavy doors slammed shut.
In the final second before Julian’s desperate vision was
cut off, he watched helplessly as Chris and I exchanged rings and kissed at the altar.
In that moment, it felt as if his insides were being ground to dust.
He finally understood what it meant to lose everything.
Night fell.
The wedding was over, and the guests had dispersed.
Julian did not leave.
He lingered downstairs at the villa I was staying in, like a wandering ghost.
Until I walked out.
Julian rushed up, trying to grab me again, his eyes filled with paranoid madness.
“Lizzie, you came out… I’ve been waiting for you.”
I looked the disheveled man up and down.
Julian, look at your current state.
Scandal–ridden, penniless, fired by your team, abandoned by sponsors. You can’t even afford an entry ticket to get through this door.”
Julian’s eyes trembled, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists. “None of that matters! I can start over! I have talent, I can win it back! As long as
you come back to me…”
“Start over?” I let out a contemptuous laugh. “With what?”
I pointed to the brightly lit villa behind me, then pointed at Julian.
“Chris is an aristocrat, a chief conductor, a man in the clouds. What do you have to compare with him? That
cheap, five–years–too–late ‘deep affection‘? Don’t make me laugh.”
Every word was like a slap across Julian’s face.
Julian’s body swayed, his face pale as a sheet.
Faced with such humiliation, he didn’t fly into a rage, nor did he go crazy.
Instead, he stared dead at me, his voice terrifyingly raspy.
“I will take everything back.”
“As long as I’m not dead, I won’t let go. Just you wait.”
I didn’t take his words to heart, assuming he had given up, and turned back to the villa.
But what I absolutely didn’t expect was that a desperate Julian would actually dial the number of the
underground racing organizer,
In a dark, damp underground garage, Julian picked up a pen with an expressionless face.
Under the gaze of many mocking eyes, he heavily signed his name on that “Death Waiver.”