All Chapters of Why Mourn What You Killed?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Half an hour later, my best friend Claire Ashford burst into the apartment. She was a partner at Ashcroft & Bell, one of the top law firms in Belgrave. The moment she saw how pale I looked, her eyes welled with tears."Emma, is Alexander out of his mind? In his past life, he defied his entire family to save you. And now he wants to marry that manipulative bitch?""There's news from the board," she added breathlessly. "Your father gave you two choices—either win Alexander back or accept a political marriage with the heir to the largest energy conglomerate in Velmora."I poured her a martini and spoke calmly. "What's there to fight for? He chose someone else. Why would I lower myself to chase after a man who doesn't want me?"I'll take the marriage. If I'm going to be forced into marriage anyway, I might as well choose the option that benefits my career."In the McKenzie family, even though I was the sole heir, the board had always believed a woman needed a powerful husband to secur

The champagne glass slipped from Alexander's hand, shattering on the floor and scattering crystal shards everywhere."What? She went to Vostmark? That's impossible! She's too proud! She would never agree to a political marriage. I'm going to the airport!"He turned to leave but was blocked in the doorway by Claire.She stood tall in a black suit, sharp and commanding, like a prosecutor about to deliver a closing argument. Her eyes were cold, blade-like."Proud?" Her voice cut through the room. "Alexander, what made you think she would wait around for you forever?"You really believed that that memory suppressant would only cause temporary amnesia? I just got my hands on an internal report from the Food and Drug Administration. That drug causes permanent damage to the brain's dopamine receptors. Congratulations. You've destroyed the very love you were trying to preserve."This entire week, she's been fully aware. She witnessed you purchasing a replica of her ring for Sophia, openl

After the signing ceremony, Mikhail didn't immediately ask me to move into the Romanov estate. Instead, he arranged for a private villa along the Serova River."I know you'll need time to adjust," he said. "This place is only a ten-minute drive from the Romanov estate. If you need to be by yourself, stay here. But whenever you'd like company, I'll be close by."The villa was a remnant of the Vostmarkan Imperial Era, but the interior had been fully modernized. Every detail had been thoughtfully considered. He'd even replicated the essentials from my apartment in Veridon, down to the exact brand of coffee machine.He came by every evening after work, sometimes to walk with me through the snow, other times just to talk by the fire.When I mentioned missing Veridon's bagels, he flew in a baker from Belgrave. Even so, the water in Droskav was different. Despite using the same recipe, the taste never quite matched. Regardless, I was deeply touched by the gesture. He left on a three-day