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From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 51
Grey.I stared at the report in my hand, the paper trembling ever so slightly between my fingers. A tight knot twisted in my gut, nausea curling at the edges of my stomach. The words were plain and direct yet I couldn’t process them.Grave exhumed. Coffin empty.Camilla’s coffin.“No... that’s not possible,” I muttered to no one, my voice hoarse as if it had scraped through a desert of disbelief.I was there. I stood by that grave, in the rain, watching her casket lower into the earth. I’d thrown in a handful of dirt myself. But I never saw her. Her family had insisted the body was in no condition to be seen — crushed, broken beyond recognition. I hadn’t questioned it at the time. Maybe because part of me wanted to remember her the way she was, not mangled beyond repair.But now...The report slipped from my hand and drifted to the floor like a dead leaf. I stared blankly at it where it lay.Camilla might be alive.I stood up abruptly, the legs of the chair scraping the floor, and pac
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 50
Julia.The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the intense buzzing on my nightstand. My phone was vibrating like it had been possessed, the screen flashing nonstop. Groggy and half-blind with sleep, I reached for it, squinting against the brightness.100 missed calls.69 messages.I blinked once. Twice.“This has to be a glitch,” I muttered to myself, my voice hoarse. I sat up in bed, still staring at the screen, hoping the numbers would somehow change or at least start to make sense.They didn’t.My heart kicked against my ribs, a jolt of adrenaline waking me fully. I threw the covers off and rushed to the bathroom, nearly tripping over my slippers. Splashing cold water on my face at the sink, I tried to calm my racing thoughts.“Breathe, Julia,” I whispered to my reflection, water dripping from my chin. “You’re overreacting. Maybe it’s a work emergency or… some stupid rumor.”I dried my face hastily and dashed back to the bed, grabbing my phone with wet fingers. I unlocked it.
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 49
Camilla.I couldn’t take it anymore.The absurdity of not knowing, of constantly wondering, questioning, doubting everything I’d ever been told. Each day I woke up pretending to be okay, pretending that everything was normal, but inside, something was unraveling.And that night, it all came to a head.I paced my room, biting at the skin around my thumbnail, the way I always did when I was on the edge. I grabbed my phone and texted her.Me: Miri. Please. Come to my room. It’s important.A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. I rushed over and opened it just a crack.Miri stepped in quietly, her face immediately tensing when she saw mine. “Cam… are you okay?”I shook my head. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to go tonight.”Her brows drew together. “Tonight? You mean the cemetery?”“Yes.” My voice trembled, but I continued. “I need you to come with me. Please, Miri.”She stared at me, lips parted, clearly caught off guard. “Camilla, it’s not safe. What if someone sees us
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 48
Julia.The suitcase lay open on the floor like a gaping wound, swallowing whatever I threw into it. Clothes, toiletries, documents, Isaiah’s toys—everything blurred into one chaotic pile. The room was a mess. No, the whole house was a disaster. Drawers hung open like broken jaws, closet doors flung wide as if the house itself was in panic. I was in panic.I couldn’t breathe. My fingers trembled as I shoved another bundle of shirts into the bag, barely noticing if they were mine or Isaiah’s. Isaiah giggled from the bed, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside me.“Isaiah, please,” I muttered, not looking at him. “Stay still. Mommy’s busy.”But of course, he didn’t listen. His small feet thudded on the mattress as he bounced again, arms flapping like a bird trying to take flight. “Look, Mommy! I’m flying!”“Not now, baby,” I said more firmly. “Please, sit down.”He jumped higher, letting out a loud whoop.I spun around, chest heaving. “Isaiah!” I snapped, the sound of his name
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 47
Camilla.The grave had my name on it.That single, damning fact had been gnawing at the corners of my mind for days. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it—the weather-worn stone, the hollow silence of the earth around it, the way the letters had been carved like someone wanted to make damn sure I’d be remembered. Or buried. I didn’t know which was worse. And then I still can't fathom why I was able to remember that woman I saw in the cemetery. I knew it in my guts that she had something to do with my murder.I paced my room like a caged animal, the walls closing in tighter with every passing hour. The curtains were drawn back, letting in the sharp, golden glare of morning sun, but even light felt heavy here. Like it knew secrets I didn’t. Like it mocked me for every breath I took above ground.I pressed my palm against the glass, trying to ground myself. My reflection stared back—hair unkempt, eyes shadowed with exhaustion, lips drawn in a tight lin
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 46
Julia.I couldn’t stop shaking.My hands trembled as I poured a splash of brandy into the crystal tumbler. It sloshed over the rim, dripping onto the polished oak table, but that was the least of my problems. My mouth was dry, and the burn of the liquor was the only thing anchoring me to the moment.That idiot. That absolute, bumbling, thick-headed idiot.He got caught. After I paid handsomely, I might add — to make Rose go away, had somehow managed to get himself picked up by the police like a common thug. The very thought made my skin crawl. I pressed my palm against my forehead, dragging it down my face, smearing the sweat and brandy as I went.Worse, I’d heard the whispers.Rose wasn’t dead.They said she was in a coma, clinging to life like a weed in concrete, and the police were sniffing around like dogs who'd caught the scent of something rotting. My chest felt tight, and I struggled to draw in a full breath. If she woke up… if she talked—I downed the rest of the brandy in a s
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 45
Camilla.At first, I thought it was just a voice in my dream—soft and distant, like someone calling to me from the bottom of a well. “Camilla,” it said. Gentle. Urgent.Then it came again, louder, slicing through the fog in my mind.“Camilla!”My eyes flew open, breath catching in my throat. The world tilted as I sat up too fast, and for a moment, everything spun. Cold air wrapped around me like icy fingers, and I blinked against the grey haze.Miri was crouched beside me, her hands trembling as they gripped my shoulders.“Camilla! Oh thank God—you scared the hell out of me,” she breathed, voice cracking. Her eyes were wide, glassy with tears that she clearly didn’t want to fall. “Don’t you ever do that again!”“I—” My voice came out hoarse, dry as dust. I touched my forehead, wincing as a dull ache throbbed behind my temples. “What… happened?”“You fainted.” She sniffed, wiping at her cheek with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Right in front of that damn grave. One second you were standin
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 44
Camilla.I stared at them both—Grey and Bryce—with the kind of raw expectation that threatened to tear me apart. My voice trembled, though I tried to lace it with fire."Who the hell is Camilla?" I snapped. "What did you mean when you said I was her?"Silence. Deafening, suffocating silence.My heartbeat pounded like war drums in my ears. Grey glanced at Bryce, his mouth opening, then shutting again like a fish out of water. He looked… scared? No, stunned. I stepped forward, eyes wild. “Answer me!”Grey finally stammered, "Iv—I mean, Cam— I mean, listen, this isn't easy to explain."He winced as if even the name burned his tongue.“Stop looking at me like that and just tell me!” I screamed, the name Camilla ringing in my head like a curse. “Tell me what you know. I woke up in that hospital and I couldn't remember anything! And yes, I had to name myself Ivory or maybe my aunt gave me that name.”Grey scrubbed a hand over his face and then shoved Bryce forward like he couldn’t bear to
From Dust to Ashes: A scorned Bride Chapter 43
Grey’s POVI sat behind my desk, fingers idle against the cold mahogany surface, but my mind? It was a storm. The soft clicking of the clock on the wall was the only sound in my office, yet it felt deafening, as if it were mocking me for how distracted I’d become.Ivory.Her name whispered in my mind like a damn prayer and a curse at once.I’d told myself this marriage was just a contract—an arrangement, a strategy. But ever since the night we made love, something had cracked open in me. I couldn’t get the way she’d whispered my name out of my head, the softness of her lips against my skin, the way her body had curled into mine like we belonged together. It was just sex, I told myself. Just a lapse. But it didn’t feel like it.And that terrified me.I slammed a file shut harder than necessary, the sharp snap echoing through the room. My jaw tightened. No. No, I couldn’t let this happen. Falling for her would only complicate things. She wasn’t supposed to matter this much.“Mr. Grey?”
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