บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Man Who Killed My Twin Brother : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Edris wrapped his hand around the handle and pulled it out, then said to me,“Finished? If that was enough to make you feel better, then do it again.”Before I could try stabbing him again, something strong hit the back of my head, and I passed out on the floor.The next morning, I woke up expecting police officers.Instead, I was still in Edris’s master bedroom, not a jail cell. I was still in my enemy’s bedroom.I checked my outfit and realized my wedding dress was gone. That meant someone had changed my clothes.I quickly threw the blanket aside, climbed out of bed, and rushed downstairs in shock.“What the hell is going on? Am I dreaming or something?” I said to myself while hurrying down.Then I saw Edris was still alive, eating breakfast calmly as if nothing had happened.A newspaper rested beside his plate, and a cup of coffee sat in front of him.He looked like a man enjoying a peaceful morning, not a man who had been stabbed on his wedding night.He lifted his eyes to me.“Go

I left Edris’s office pretending I was fine, but I wasn’t, not even close.His phone call and that slight change in his expression kept bothering my mind, that wasn’t normal.Nothing about Edris Veltri was normal.We were walking down the hallway when I slowed my steps.“Excuse me.”Edris stopped and turned slightly.“What?”“I need the restroom.”He studied me for a second, as if he didn’t believe me, then he nodded once.“Don’t take too long.”I frowned.“Excuse me?”But he had already turned away.Of course, he would always act like I was the problem.I headed toward the restroom, and the hallway was empty.I stepped inside quickly, closed the door, and waited for a few seconds to make sure no one was following me.Then I moved.I didn’t go to the restroom.Obviously, I went the other way back toward his office.My heart started beating faster as I walked urgently, afraid of getting caught. “That phone call wasn’t normal and I needed to know why”, I said to myself while hurrying t

The moment I saw the handwriting on the envelope, my heart stopped for a second. Three years after Julian’s death, the last thing I expected was his name written in that familiar scrawl. For Juliana. An ache spread through my chest so suddenly that I could barely breathe. “God, I’ve missed Julian”, I whispered. Three years had passed, yet the grief still felt fresh enough to split me open. My fingers trembled as I opened the envelope; inside was a folded letter. I hesitated only a second before unfolding it. The moment I saw his handwriting again, my vision blurred. Tears burned immediately, and I blinked them back. I couldn’t afford to look weak in front of Edris. I lowered my gaze and began to read. Dear Jules, If you’re reading this, something has gone terribly wrong. And yes… I already know you’re crying. You cry over everything, even that ridiculous dog movie we watched. A broken laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Idiot,” I whispered. Even now, he was teas

Juliana POVThe drive back felt endless.Silence filled the car so heavily it seemed alive, sitting between Edris and me like something waiting for one of us to say the wrong thing and make everything worse.I stared out the window, but I wasn't seeing the road or the passing lights. All I could picture was him in that office - his shirt open, anger burning in his eyes, the scar across his chest pulled tight over skin that looked marked by old violence."Believe whatever you want. I'm tired of defending myself."The memory of his voice kept cutting through my thoughts, and I hated that it still had that much power over me.By the time we got home, I felt stretched so thin that one more argument might have broken me completely. Edris stepped inside and loosened his tie, his expression already locked back into that cold calm that made him impossible to read.The idea of sharing a bed with him after what had happened made my skin crawl.So the moment we reached the bedroom, I spoke with

I lost Edris at the Crescent Avenue. One second, his taillights were there, a steady pair of red eyes in the dark ahead of me, and then the road curved. When I came around the bend, there was nothing; it was just empty tarmac stretching forward into streetlight and shadow. I slowed down, scanning left, right, every side street, and turning, I couldn’t see anything again. Not even a flash of headlights, or a glimpse of his car parked anywhere along the kerb. "You have got to be kidding me," I muttered, hitting the steering wheel with the heel of my palm. He was completely gone. That was impossible; it was as if the night had swallowed him whole. I drove another two blocks, hoping he'd reappeared but I couldn’t find him. I circled back around the streets, still nothing. Whoever he was going to see, whatever he was hiding in these unfamiliar streets at this hour, he had lost me, whether deliberately or not, I couldn't tell, and that, somehow, made the whole situation worse. I c