Chapter 12 

“Groom, it’s time to get up.” He moaned under his breath. 

“I implore you to leave me alone.” 

He drew me, and I collided with his torso. Naturally, I flushed. Who wouldn’t? He rose to his feet, and we jumped into his car and sped off to his house. I was the maid of honor for the wedding. I attended the wedding with his mother. We arrived and awaited Candice’s arrival, but she was nowhere to be seen. We waited for over an hour and saw nothing. Her phone was switched off. Of course, I knew where she went, but I was unable to inform Dante. It would crush him. I noticed his mother approaching him. They began conversing, and I continued to attempt to contact Candice. I sighed and collapsed into a chair. The guests sat and waited. They were simply aware that Dante was marrying; they had no idea who he was marrying. I noticed his mother approaching me. 

“Mom, I tried to reach out, but I couldn’t get hold of her,” I murmured as I hugged her. 

“It’s alright, child. Why don’t you tie the knot with Dante right now? This is going to cause the family a great deal of embarrassment if the wedding does not take place.” My pupils dilated. 

“No, Mom, I can’t do it.” 

When I looked at Dante, he gave me a plaintive expression. After all, I’m the only one who can protect his sorry ass 

from the media now. I motioned for him to follow me. 

We entered the chamber where the wedding gown was kept. 

“You have transformed me into a phony, Mrs. Monroe.” 

“You know, Lolita, you’re the only person I can ask this question to.” He approached me from behind and hugged me. I yanked my head back and fixed my gaze on him. 

“I really have little of a choice in the matter. That’s the price you pay for being buddies with a billionaire, 

apparently.” 

“Of course, you get to marry a hottie.” Both of us laughed. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, my Lolita. Mrs. Monroe, my lady.” 

We chuckled. He kissed my brows and then walked away. I let out a sigh. I’m not sure how many times I had to save his ass when Candice failed to appear. In fact, she appeared nowhere. The person who comes to the rescue is me. I despise the fact that I am their friend. I examined the wedding gown in front of me. It was an exquisite wedding gown. I slipped into the wedding gown and was dressed to the nines to resemble an actual bride. The music began. My parents were not present, so his father escorted me down the aisle, and we exchanged vows, which were really difficult to concentrate on due to the fact that we were deceiving God. We were not married. As is customary, I was doing this to save his pitiful arse. His girl is constantly abandoning him, and I am always the one who steps in to save the day. I heard the bishop’s remark just then. 

07:14 

Fingerprints of Betrayal 

Chapter 12 

“You may now kiss the bride.” 

What! 

I screamed in my head. My pupils dilated, giving Dante a suspicious look. I mean, we’ve been sharing a bed for years but have never kissed. I don’t want to share my first kiss with him. 

No way! 

I yelled at the back of my head once more. 

What if the sentiments I had for him resurface? 

I can’t risk falling in love with Dante. He is a buddy of mine, and he is also head over heels in love with my best friend. We stood there, all perplexed. I don’t believe any of us considered the kissing aspect. He drew me in and mashed his lips on mine. He was prodding me with his tongue. 

Dear God, this feels like heaven. 

I moaned as I opened my mouth. He snatched the kiss from my lips and murmured in my ears. 

“It’s just a kiss, Lolita,” 

I swear, he could have seen how red my ears and cheeks were if it weren’t for the make–up I was wearing. I was a beetroot. We proceeded with the signing of the marriage certificate. And there, I am now my best friend’s wife, not my friend Candice. 

Candice~ 

I was watching Dante and Lola get married while with my Asian boyfriend. I couldn’t give a damn. Lola is always there to save the day. As is customary, she saved the day again today. I occasionally feel sorry for her because she is constantly bringing joy to others. I admire her for her selflessness. She has never been in a relationship. I despise admitting it, but their kiss nearly compelled me to dig my claws into my flesh. Dante is entirely mine, and Lola will always protect me. I locked my gaze on my guy. I could tell he had concluded that I was not dating Dante. He is not comparable to Dante’s Damnation. Dante is a sex god. I’m simply not accustomed to sleeping with a single man. I can get away with anything with Lola by my side. 

~Dante~ 

I’m completely baffled by what’s going on. 

Candice appeared to be interested in becoming my wife. However, she failed to appear at the wedding. Candice has never attended a single event with me. It’s always been Lola who saves the day. Lola is my best friend and more like a younger sister to me. Naturally, there were times when I wished I could take her, but she was simply too innocent. I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was there to witness her blossom. She was nine years old when I first met her, and she insisted on playing with a sixteen–year–old. I used to tease the little girl, who was constantly promising to be my baby sister. I began developing affection for her when she reached sixteen. Even still, she was always my Lolita. She is now 25 years old, while I am 32. She is still the one person I can rely on in any situation. I recall the first time she spotted her period. She sobbed, believing there was something wrong with her. I showed her how to put on a sanitary pad, so that’s something. Isn’t that revolting? I am aware, but I was compelled to do so. She 

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lacked friends. I was her friend. As a result, I used YouTube to guide me through the process. I’m even aware of the days on which she has her menstruation. I am quite familiar with Lola. And she is well acquainted with me. People refer to me as impolite, although I am not Maybe they’re just not my thing. Perhaps 1 simply prefer Lola’s company to that of any other person. I occasionally feel awful about requesting favors from her. She has never once said no to me. Here she is now, as you can see. She consented to marry me as if she didn’t have any other commitments in her life. At times, I have the impression that she does not see the need to have a boyfriend because I am present all the time. I had never seen her before with a male. She is 25 years old and knew me just like her brother and best friend. I grabbed my phone and dialed my girlfriend’s number. The phone had been switched off. I attempted to contact her throughout the day, but she was nowhere to be found. Her phone was switched off. I started consuming hard 

liquor.