Speak Now Or Forever Hold Your Peace

Bella Rolland’s in the passenger seat, wedding dress filling the car, biting her lip like the whole thing’s a little too tight. Jessy Jones keeps both hands clamped on the wheel, knuckles white, eyes straight ahead. He’s her fiancé’s brother, the guy stuck driving her back to grab Grandma’s necklace before she walks down the aisle. He pulls up out front. She tells him to leave the engine running—she’ll only be a minute—then hustles inside, gown rustling. Her phone’s still on the seat. When her fiancé’s name lights up the screen, Jessy stares at it for half a beat, then hits decline. Something clicks. He kills the ignition and follows her in. Bella’s got the necklace in her hands when he steps up behind her. He offers to help, fingers brushing her neck, voice low as he reminds her they used to fuck before she chose his brother. The clasp snaps shut, but his hands don’t leave her shoulders. She tenses. The air thickens. He yanks the zipper, fabric tearing down her back. She spins, furious, tells him to take her back to the wedding. He laughs once, mean, and lays it out: this wedding should’ve been his. Unless she gives him one last fuck, he’ll make every future family dinner pure poison. She stares at him, chest heaving, big natural tits almost spilling out of the ruined dress. Then she nods—short, pissed, resigned. If that’s what it takes to keep her new life from burning, she’ll bend over right there in the house she was supposed to leave as a bride.