I Was the Foolish Heiress. Now I’m the Executioner

On the day of my wedding, my fiancé, Victor Blackwood, invited eight of his ex-girlfriends to block the door and told me I had to kneel before them.

"We had him before you, Selena!" one of them sneered, all smug and catty. "So show some respect and get on your knees. Otherwise? Don't even dream of walking through that door."

Without a second thought, I smacked each of them and threw them out of the bridal suite like they were nothing.

Yet, when my stepsister, Nadine Stone, was concerned, Victor stepped in, defending her with a courtesy he never offered me.