The Bride with No Groom

The rain had stopped, but the city still glistened wet sidewalks reflecting neon lights, like the world couldn't decide whether to cry or shine.

Calliah walked alone. No umbrella. No plan. Just rage under her skin and tears she refused to let fall again.

She wore black now.

A dress that clung to her curves like regret. Her makeup was smudged on purpose, lips blood-red, hair wild from the wind.

Last night she came here a broken bride.

Tonight, she came for war.

The Royal Dragon Slot House was infamous a blur of smoke, sin, and secrets in the city's underbelly. The kind of place good girls avoided… and ruined girls called home.

She stepped inside.

The bass throbbed. Laughter spilled like liquor. Cigars and perfume danced in the air.

Her heels clicked across the floor until she saw him.

Axel

the stranger who slept with her

There he was again in his usual dark booth, draped in shadows and sin. His button-down shirt was open at the top, revealing the hint of a tattoo, a cross necklace resting against his chest. A drink in one hand. A cigarette in the other. Girls surrounded him, but none dared to touch.

She walked right up to him.

"Axel," she said, her voice cold and smooth.

His eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"

She smirked. "I remember everything about the man who broke me in."

The girls fell silent. One of them touched his arm, but he waved her off. "Leave us."

They scattered.

Axel stood and looked her up and down slowly. "You changed."

She stepped forward until there was no space between them. "And I'm not done changing."

He leaned down, brushing his lips near her ear. "You came back for more?"

"I came back to start something," she whispered. "Something messy. Something… satisfying."

He chuckled darkly. "You're dangerous."

"And you're exactly what I need."

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They didn't speak on the way up.

Suite 407.

The same room. The same scent of wine and secrets. Only now, she wasn't the lost bride. She was the storm.

He closed the door behind her, locking the world out.

Calliah turned around, her eyes burning into his. "I'm not here to cry."

"I didn't ask you to," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

She walked up to him and tugged the rest open, pushing it off his shoulders. Her fingers traced the scar on his ribs.

"What's this from?"

"Someone I trusted," he answered.

Her eyes darkened. "Then we have something in common."

He touched her cheek gently. "You don't need to act strong for me."

"I'm not acting," she said. "I just want to forget."

Axel leaned in, his lips grazing hers. "Then let me help."

The kiss started slow testing then turned hungry, messy, fierce. She moaned into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He laid her down on the bed like she was something sacred, not shattered.

"You sure?" he whispered, hovering above her.

She grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him down.

"Shut up and ruin me!!!!."

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Clothes fell like lies.

His lips were on her skin, trailing heat down her throat, her chest, her stomach. When his tongue found her center, she cried out, arching off the bed, legs trembling.

"Axel…" she gasped.

He didn't stop.

He worshipped her with his mouth, his hands, until she was a mess of moans and shaking thighs.

Then he kissed his way back up to her mouth.

Her fingers pulled at his pants, desperate.

"Now. I need you now."

He entered her slow.

Thick. Deep.

Stretching her until she gasped and clung to him like the world would fall away.

"God," he groaned. "You're still so tight."

"Don't stop," she begged.

He didn't.

His rhythm was steady — slow enough to drive her crazy, deep enough to make her scream. His mouth found her breast, sucking until she whimpered, his hand gripping her thigh, his other arm cradling her head.

Every thrust pushed the pain further away.

Every kiss stitched her pieces together.

She came first — a violent, shaking climax that left her breathless.

He followed with a loud groan, burying himself deep inside her, collapsing on top of her as they both gasped for air.

Silence.

Only their breathing filled the room.

His hand stroked her damp hair as she lay on his chest.

Then, quietly, he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling toward the ceiling.

"You feel better?" he asked.

Calliah turned her face to the wall.

"No. But at least I don't feel anything."

He smiled faintly. "That's a start."

They lay there for a long time, until Axel asked:

"So… that was that your ex The man who didn't show?"

She didn't answer.

Instead, she looked at him and said, "I'm going to make him regret ever touching and knowing me."

Axel tilted his head. "You're planning something."

She sat up, her back bare, the sheet slipping down her waist.

"I'm going to take back my father's company. I'm going to ruin my ex. I'll strip everything from him pride, money, peace."

Axel leaned forward, a wicked smirk forming. "And me?"

Calliah looked at him over her shoulder. "You'll help me and also i have a greater plan for you."

His eyes sparkled. "What do I get in return?"

She stood, slowly. Her body glowed in the soft light, powerful and untouchable.

She turned back to him with a dangerous smile.

"You get to keep ruining me… over and over again."

"you sure??"he asked but she smirk evilly

she has a plan for him also

that will destroyed him for ever denying her