Chapter 92

• Adrian’s POV
• The tent was stifling, even if it was a cold morning. My fists clenched at my sides, the crumpled wedding invitation lying discarded on the table, a cruel reminder that everything was going awfully according to his plan. The thought of Isla, trapped and manipulated, was a rage I couldn’t contain.
• "I am going to kill Stefan. How dare he think that he can marry Isla in front of me!" I growled, my voice low and dangerous.