Mystery Bride's Revenge (Selina)

Chapter 5

After teaming up with her fake husband, Selina found herself standing outside the city hall, feeling a little lost. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her contacts. With a hesitant bite of her lip, she tapped on a number.

The other line picked up quickly, and there was a warm, raspy voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Selina, what's going down? Missing me!"

"Lydia." Just hearing that voice made Selina's voice thick with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Whoa, what's up! Selina, you sound like you're about to cry. Did the Harvey family mess with you? I swear, they've got another thing coming!"

"No, Lyddia.... L.. I just really need to see you. Where are you!" said Selina

"Chill, Selina. I'm over in Sokovis. Hang tight-1 shoot you the address."

Selina made a beeline for a posh apartment in downtown Sokovis and almost crashed into a striking figure wearing Pikachu pajamas. "Selina!" They hugged each other hard.

"Lydia." It was the kind of hug that felt like home. Not a daydream. Selina couldn't keep her tears back any longer.

were penniless, fresh out on their own struggling to make a name

it felt like to crave a family's love. Without their mentor's tough love, who knew where they'd be! But nobody saw coming what a train wreck the Harvey family would be-selling a big sub story

Lydia knew the hill of Selina's rough past, she'd be

Lydia. I'm done with them. Once Tm out, I'm free.

now I'm taking my life back," stated

tough price in her past, anal with this second shot, she just wanted a life all her own and stayed away from the Harvey farmily. And if they stood in her way again, they'd regret

Selina. First thing tomorrow, we get your registration sorted. Screw the

that's enough Selina's eyes

was the big sister, stroking Selina's hair like old

faced with the Harvey family's true colors, she still had the love

had been naive, hanging on to something that wasn't really hers.

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it was a music sanctuary, famous for bringing in world-class underground bands nightly. If one were tuned into the

convertible BMW rolled up to Starlight

boots, black tights, and the right touch of