All Chapters of The Bride He Killed : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Stephanie's POV“You won't even give me something so simple?” Nathaniel asked in annoyance, slamming his hand on the wall beside me and I flinched in fear.“You know I would do anything to make you happy, Nathan. Just not this…” I pleaded, taking his hand but he pulled away immediately. “I'm not ready to lose my virginity yet. Not when I'm not yet married to you. It's a pact I made with myself.” I added and he snorted in annoyance.“We're engaged. We're about to be married. Why is it so hard to just get on the fucking bed and let me fuck you?” He asked, his voice cold and annoyed, and I played with my fingers nervously.How was I supposed to explain to him that I didn't want him to run from me if he saw what was underneath these baggy clothes I wore? I wasn't slender. Neither was I the prettiest lady out there. I had stretch marks. I had folds on my stomach and back. I was so chubby that even my parents called me a fatty and claimed that they didn't give birth to me. I was afraid tha

Stephanie's POV I didn't actually believe I would listen to a random man's advice and disappear for two years. But he was the cousin of the man who nearly ruined my life two years ago. And we both had the same goal. To ruin Nathan's life.Two years was a long time. And within those two years, I had changed. Drastically.The woman staring at me in the mirror wasn't the fat, chubby, and ugly-looking Stephanie. There was no resemblance to her at all. Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection.The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point.But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left.Revenge.The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom