She wanted Marcus the person.
I wanted his life.
As wedding day arrived, guests packed the venue.
Same crowd who’d attended mine and Marcus’s wedding.
Marcus drove the limo to pick up his bride.[]
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The door opened to dim lighting, the bride in white with her back turned like an angel.]
He rushed forward, embracing his salvation_
“Wendy, thank you-”
The moment the bride turned around, SQUELCH–blood sprayed everywhere.[]
My wicked smile came into focus.]
Lights blazed, revealing not red rose petals but rivers of blood covering the floor.
Chapter 5
The guests behind Marcus started screaming.
*PSYCHO! She killed someonel Someone call the cops! The bride’s lost it!“]]
“Call 911! Get this lunatic arrested!”
Someone recognized my face, pointing with trembling hands.]
“No… not a psycho. That’s Reagan Steele!“]
“Marcus’s foster sister!”
“Didn’t they get divorced? Why’s she here? Where’s the real bride? Did she murder her?“]
Everyone stared in horror.]
They tried calling for help but found no signal.]
I twisted the knife deeper into his chest cavity.[]
“Marcus, they’re saying we got divorced.“]
“Why didn’t you tell everyone?“]
Something occurred to me and I smacked my forehead.
“Oops, forgot–knife’s still in you. No wonder my big brother, always so polite, isn’t greeting everyone properly.”
Squelch–1 yanked out the blade.
“Been a while since I used a knife. Missed the mark. Don’t be mad.”
I wiped the blood off the tip.]
Marcus looked like he’d seen a ghost.]
Getting his bearings, he locked eyes with me.[]
“Reagan, what the FUCK do you want?”
“Where’s Wendy? Where’d you take her? Don’t touch her–she’s carrying my baby!”
Ignoring his wounds, his first concern was still Wendy.]
My face darkened with annoyance.]
“Marcus, why do you only care about HER?“||
“I’M your bride today.”
I spun around in my blood–soaked wedding dress, barefoot in the crimson pool, smiling brightly.]
“Pretty? I heard you designed this dress yourself, had it flown in from overseas at dawn.”
“You used to say Reagan was the most beautiful woman alive. What about now?“||
“Am I getting old?”
Marcus lost his patience, worry for Wendy driving him nearly insane.
“Cut the bullshit!”
“We’re DONE
Where’s Wendy? Hand her over or you know what I’m capable of!“]
I ignored him, checking my reflection on my phone screen.]
“Getting old. I guess. That’s why you upgraded to a newer model.”
“Guess women really need to take care of themselves…”
As if just remembering, I looked at him belatedly.
“Oh right, you asked about Wendy?“]
“She’s dead.”
“What you’re standing in? That’s her blood.”
