All Chapters of A Bride's Last Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2(The Blood Stained Bride)The bridal suite had turned into a storm. Lauren's body was long gone. Swiftly taken away by Fairchild security… but the scent of her perfume and the coppery tang of blood clung to the air like ghosts.Anna sat frozen on the velvet chaise, her face still stinging from her step mother's slap, her hands trembling in her lap.The voices of the families clashed around her, a whirlwind of rage, denial and cold calculation.She felt as though she were caught in the eye of a hurricane, powerless, invisible… yet marked.“Canceling is not an option,” Mrs. Lancaster declared, her ice blue eyes narrowing to blades.She stood like a queen issuing decrees, diamonds gleaming at her throat, every inch of her posture exuding authority.“We cannot afford whispers. Do you want the press clawing into this like vultures? Do you want a major scandal splashed across tomorrow's headlines?”Her husband's voice faltered. He looked pale and stressed. “But Margaret, she was—”

CHAPTER 4(Shadows In The Mansion)The Fairchild mansion was silent when the car pulled up. Shadows dragged along the marble steps, the house waiting, watching.The ride had been suffocating. William hadn't spoken another word to her, his calmness was sharp enough to wound. Anna nearly sighed with relief just stepping out, her nerves tangled so tight they hurt.William said nothing as he stepped out first. Anna followed, nerves pinching her stomach. Inside, the butler appeared instantly, bowing low.“Mrs. Fairchild returned early,” he said softly. “She felt unwell.”William's expression shifted… coldness cracking into concern. “Mother?”“She's resting upstairs, sir.”Without another word, William started forward. Anna trailed him, her pulse quickening.At the top of the grand staircase, Katherine Fairchild stood waiting. Draped in scarlet silk, her posture flawless, she held the railing with casual grace. Her gaze swept past her son to Anna, piercing and unblinking.“Mother,” Willia

CHAPTER 6(Whispers Of Betrayal)Anna's blood turned to ice, her back pressed against the craved doorframe as if it could shield her.The word murdered still ricocheted through her head, every syllable sinking deeper. They thought she had killed Lauren. They truly thought it.It's the reason every pair of eyes seemed to burn into her, their suspicion curling like smoke.Her chest rose and fell too fast, her cheek still stung from Margaret's slap earlier as her pulse thundered, her lips parting as if to deny the unspoken accusation. But no sound escaped. She couldn't think. She couldn't talk.“Insteresting,” Helena purred from her velvet seat, stroking the sleek black fur of her cat curled in her lap. Nyx purred as Helena's manicured fingers slid along her spine, its golden eyes blinking lazily.Nyx. Even the creatures name felt ominous.Helena's lips curved into a cruel smile. “Imagine that. Sweet, perfect Lauren, silenced forever. And you’re—” her sharp gaze snapped to Anna, “stan

CHAPTER 8(The Vixen In His Chair)The mahogany table gleamed beneath the low lights, polished so perfectly it could have been a mirror.William sat at the head of it, his presence commanding, without him having to utter a single word. The board members of Fairchild Enterprises… men and women twice his age in tailored suits, shifted uneasily under the sharp edge of his gaze.On the projector, financial figures rolled across the screen.“Real estate demand in the downtown district is rising by twelve percent,” Ryan, his personal assistant, read crisply.“But the competition has doubled. Three firms are aggressively buying out smaller developers.”William leaned back in his chair, dark eyes narrowing. “And yet, none of them have the leverage we do. While they chase scraps, Fairchild Enterprises controls the skyline. The moment they buy a plot, we've already secured the zoning permits next door.”A low murmur of agreement rippled around the table.Ryan, sharp as ever, slid a file towa

CHAPTER 10(The Grave Meant For Her)Anna's fingers trembled slightly as she fastened the last button on her black dress. The fabric clung to her frame like a quiet shroud, swallowing her in its solemn weight.She smoothed the skirt over her knees, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Pale skin. Dark hair pulled neatly back. Eyes swollen from a night spent crying and straight into the darkness. She barely recognized herself.She looked like a ghoul.Beneath her, the Fairchild mansion hummed with restrained energy. Servants whispered in hallways, polished shoes clicked across marble, and the low growl of engines outside signaled the waiting fleet of cars.She drew in a breath, turned, and gently left the bedroom, descending the grand staircase.The Fairchilds were already gathered. William stood at the foot of the grand staircase, composed as ever, well tailored black suit cut to perfection, his expression blank. Beside him, Edward spoke quietly into his phone while Katherine adju