46| Revenge Best Served Cold.

Dmitris' Point Of View.

I shove my phone back into my pants, a sinister smile spreads across my face as the anticipation scorches my flesh.

I start to count down the seconds as promised by Amani just as Konstatin reaches out and draws back Zeyneps veil off her face. He continues to block my view of her, whispering something into her ear that makes her body visibly shudder.

Next, he cocks his head back, releasing a fake hearty laugh as he places her hand in Sandros'. They exchange a look at one another, before Konstatin takes a step back, moving away to take a seat on the pew at the head of the congregation.

I suck on my upper teeth, my gaze leaving him as I look at Zeynep, and my heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. The past couple of days have been hell for her, and it shows on her face, which is stained with different shades of bruises.

Her full lips are painted red that are turned down at the corners of her mouth. Her big blue eyes are engulfed with secrets and trauma I wil