Prologue

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"Amor."

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THE SOUND of the leaves brushing past each other engulfs the whole place as the scenery fills the surrounding with nothing but a pitch black night sky and the dull white color of a full moon. The night had just started and at exactly two o'clock in the morning, the sound of digging could be heard from miles and miles away.

"Theodora Althea Corazon." A baritone voice speaks in a slow, emphasized manner.

His hands were wrapped around a shovel, dressed in a white polo shirt and dirty black pants from the soiled muddy ground.

His perfect forehead started to drip while his muscles from the arms flexed to his legs from the constant action of digging.

A place for the undead.

The cold touch of the air kisses the dry tombstone of a person laying six feet below the ground. A hill of muddy soil soon begins to fill up parts of the ground, and a laid coffin embraces itself in front of him after a long while.

"Amor, te he encontrado." (Love, I have found you.)

His lips parted into a narrow smile after his eyes were engulfed by the sight of petals, freshly buried blossoms of red roses.

A coffin made of wooden rusty pink with hammered nails on the lid.

He begins to remove the nails, savoring the fear and the breath of a corpse trapped inside a small box.

And the moment he opened the door, his nose was immediately welcomed by the unbearable suffocation of formalin chemical. He crunches his face for a moment before his eyes turn sharp in anticipation.

Inside the coffin lies a woman holding onto a bouquet of red roses, dressed in a white fitted wedding gown and with closed eyes.

Her hair was the color of a pitch black void, with porcelain white skin and pale purple lips that screamed undead.

"Amor," he calls out, and in a moment, the woman opens her eyes as though she was the dead that came back to life.

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man,

The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.