CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIXTY - PHOENIX RAISING FROM THE ASHES.

The message that Isabella had sent showed read. You are late. And then, the bride turned to face her groom, letting him take her hands. "You will pay for what you've done," Isabella muttered under her breath, her gaze never wavering from the couple up on the altar. "Go time," Isabella whispered, her eyes locking with Mateo's. He winked. At that signal, a hush fell over the room once more. And in the silence, a rustle of fabric and the clicking of heels could be heard as Marisol and Abuela made their entrance, the older woman's arm linked through Marisol's as they walked steadily toward the altar. Alvarez's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. "Marisol?" Alvarez whispered, his voice shaking with disbelief. "Marisol, is that you?" Marisol stepped forward, her gaze burning with righteous anger. "Yes, it's me. The woman you tried to kill, the woman you thought you had buried. And I'm here to tell everyone the truth." Alvarez backed away, his face pale with shock and