All Chapters of The Dead Bride's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

"Which one of you was sleeping with me?" The words scraped out of me before I'd decided to ask them."Some nights it was him." Killian tipped his chin toward his brother, unbothered."Some nights it was me." Killian's voice carried no weight at all, like he was confirming an appointment."We took turns." They said it together, perfectly synced, and that synchronicity did something to my stomach that the betrayal itself hadn't managed yet."You let me think there was only one of you." My voice came out hollow.Ingrid's eyes had drifted to my stomach and the ultrasound result i held close to my chest. She studied it without bothering to hide her interest."She's pregnant," Ingrid said flatly, like she was reading off a clipboard."So whose baby is it, Mira?" Killian's tone stayed light. That lightness made it worse.My knees buckled before I'd given them permission. I hit the floor, and my hand found the fabric of Damon's trouser leg, fisting it like it could anchor me to a version of t

The estate grounds had turned into chaos.Reporters swarmed the front lawn, alerted by some unseen tip that something had gone wrong inside. Guests poured out behind me, some recording, others just staring."Please." My voice cracked as hands reached toward me. "Don't just film me! Help me!""Don't touch her," one reporter snapped."Stand back," another called, though nobody actually moved to stop anything.The doors slammed open behind me. Damon and Killian emerged together, scanning the crowd until they found me."Look at her," Damon said, loud enough to carry. "Pathetic.""So ugly," Killian added. "Pathetic.""Please," I was sobbing now, stumbling backward. "Don't let them take me! You don't understand!"I broke free for half a second before a hand closed around my wrist."Don't touch me!" I screamed, wrenching away."Baby," Killian said, almost amused, "nobody here wants a lawsuit before lunch."I scanned the crowd for anyone who might actually help instead of just record. "Help m

They buried an empty casket two days later.The service ran short. White tent, a grey sky threatening rain that never quite arrived, and a priest reading words that fell on people too distracted by their phones to absorb them. Damon stood in the front row with his hands clasped in front of him, his expression arranged into something that passed for grief from a reasonable distance. Killian stood slightly apart, which nobody commented on. Twins processed things differently. Everyone knew that. Nobody questioned it.The official report used the word accidental. A stolen vehicle. Wet roads. A guardrail two years past its replacement date. Body not yet recovered, which happened sometimes with that particular stretch of river. The current ran deep and pulled fast where the shoulder gave out, and what went in there didn't always surface in any condition worth identifying. The coroner signed off without visiting the site. The investigating officer filed his paperwork before lunch.Ingrid han