บททั้งหมดของ Death or Marriage!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance…Ten years agoJanelle’s POVI watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.My eyes hurt so bad from crying and my throat is patched and in pain from screaming. The cold evening wind blows strongly and I shiver despite my long, thick black coat.“It’s going to be fine, Janelle,” Bella, my seventeen-year-old older sister, says, squeezing my hands. I nod in agreement, though I hardly believe her comforting words.Father was gone and mother, ten years before him. What was going to happen to us? Two teenage

Janelle’s POVI’ve always been a weird child, probably from birth. First I escaped my mother's womb with my hands, second while my friends and peers fantasized about fashion, games, movies, and boys, I preferred darker things like horrors, crimes, and life-risking adventures. Except of course when I fell for Truce King. But don’t get me wrong, every female I knew of was in awe of Truce’s beauty, plus, Truce King was never known to be a normal person.Skin white and glowy as milk, face handsome and deadly cold, eyes forest green and fiery, and hair black as a Raven’s, flowing down to his back. He was perfection.Speaking of Truce King, he might be a hint to this dark puzzle in front of me.I stare at the stone-cold dead body of Theodore King, a man who I have called father for the past ten years, a man who I had grown to love more than my biological father, and there’s just one thing going on in my head. Bloody revenge.Whoever did this to Theodore and my Father must pay.The door of

Background voice “What happens to the property Theodore King willed Janelle if she is convicted for his murder, Christian?” A female voice asks, clearly enjoying herself.“Most jurisdictions have a "slayer rule" that prevents a murderer from inheriting property from their victim, meaning if the victim had named the murderer as a beneficiary in a will, they would be legally barred from receiving that inheritance,” a male voice replies.“Good. Then we can take back what was originally ours?”“Of course, my darling.”A kissing sound followed by the clicking of glasses is heard. Janelle's POV “Inmate 345, you have a visitor,” the female guard screams, banging on my cell’s metal door.I stare at her blankly, until one of the ugly, tall, skinny, tanned women sitting a few feet from me, lands me a hard kick on my back.“Are you deaf? Answer the screaming guard already and give us some peace.” The woman trembles as she speaks like her obvious bones which are visible under her very tanned s

Janelle’s POVThe dead don’t hunt the living - the living hunt the living. Fun fact, a hunter can always turn prey. But speaking of prey… What if I just got married to a predator?I come out of the massive bathroom, big enough to fit in a queen-sized bed with a towel wrapped around my head. I look at the large room in front of me and I almost feel intimidated. My room is large with cream-coloured high walls and bright silver chandeliers hanging gracefully from the intimidating ceiling.Truce had it furnished with everything I need. From heels and dresses to undies. I had barely needed to pack anything from home except myself, some old books, and some necessaries I wanted to hang on to.I head for the walk-in closet. I stand for a minute or two thinking of what to wear, cause at the moment, making a choice might be impossible. The wardrobe is furnished with really pretty dresses, and they just have to all be my style! How did he know?I laugh at my stupidity and pick a short purple dre