Semua Bab Wedding Massacre: My Groom Killed My Dad: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I leaned forward, my smile cruel. "Drop the act. You don't have an audience here.""Ariana, how could you think of me that way?" Lena's breath was uneven, and her face was completely drained of color. "Patrick, I'm really fine. I'll do whatever it takes to make Ariana feel better."She tried to stand up, swaying unsteadily. Her legs gave way, and she fell right into Patrick's arms.Patrick's expression hardened. He pulled Lena behind him protectively. There was an unconcealed disgust in his eyes when he looked at me."Ariana, you're rotten to the core." His voice was ice-cold. "Lena narrowly escaped death, yet she's still pleading for you. How could you lash out at her like this? It seems that your family raises nothing but ungrateful people."I leaned back in my chair, watching their little display of sibling affection. My stomach churned. "You're right. My family raised you too, and you're just as ungrateful."I grabbed the fountain pen from the table and drove it into the back

After the wedding, Patrick confined me to a hillside villa. He was afraid I'd lose control again.My fever had climbed to 102.2°F. The wound on the back of my hand had become infected. It was swollen and raw, stark against the white sheets.The door opened, and Patrick walked in carrying a bowl of soup. He put the bowl and some medicine on the bedside table and said coldly, "Eat it."I kept my eyes closed, too weak even to open them. A bitter laugh escaped me. "Patrick, are you afraid I'll die too soon and miss watching you use my dad's death to climb higher?"Patrick's breath hitched. "Ariana, do you really have to act like this?"I opened my eyes. "Patrick, surely you don't expect me to treat my dad's killer like a friend?"His eyes reddened. "Ariana, when will you understand that your dad was a criminal? I was just carrying out my duty!"I knocked over the bowl of soup. "Spare me the act! You killed my dad even knowing who he really was. And now you're pretending to be the go

Lena laughed. She stepped into the mud in her high heels and stopped before Dad's gravestone. "Ariana, look. This is the father you were so proud of." She reached out and dragged her nails forcefully across Dad's name. The harsh scrape of her nails against the stone was horribly grating."His eyes were wide open when he died. I made that sound on purpose. I wanted to watch Patrick's bullet tear right through his head.""Keep your filthy mouth shut!" I lunged toward Lena, wanting to break her neck.But she was faster, stomping hard on the back of my wounded hand."Ahh!" I crumpled into the muddy water, the pain leaving me completely limp."Can't take it already?" Lena looked down at me condescendingly, a crazed thrill flickering in her eyes. "Are you wondering why, despite your dad having an official identity, there's no record of him in the system? Well, it's because I erased his records."I stared into her eyes for a long time. Then I asked, "Why?" I had to ask. After all, it wa

Patrick stiffened, his face turning deathly pale. "Impossible… That can't be. The records said Jacob Walker was…""The records?" I sneered and pointed at Lena. "Why don't you ask your angelic sister? Ask her how she turned my dad from your fellow officer into a criminal. And how she erased his commendation and made you shoot him dead."Lena stopped crying. She looked at me, her face pale, as her body trembled uncontrollably. "No, I didn't! Patrick, she's talking nonsense, trying to sow discord between us!"I tossed the memory card to Patrick. "Patrick, see for yourself."In the video, Dad forced a grim smile at the camera. "Patrick, if you're seeing this, I'm probably already dead." He coughed up a large amount of blood, breathing heavily as he pressed hard against his wound."Someone hacked the internal network, and my records were wiped clean. Now you all see me as an unrepentant criminal." With trembling hands, Dad pulled out his badge with 66205 clearly engraved on the back. H

Sting didn't even try to fight back. She just let Patrick pin her to the floor, shards of glass digging into her as blood ran from her mangled jaw down her neck. She kept laughing through it all, the sound like some demon crawling out of hell.Sting taunted, "Harder, Patrick. You didn't hesitate like this when you blew Jacob's head open."Patrick's eyes were bloodshot. Blood and tears mixed with the grime on his face and dripped onto hers. He raised his fist and slammed it into her face.Once.Twice.The sound of bone cracking made my skin crawl.Sting's nose collapsed. The face she'd spent three years sculpting was instantly reduced to blood and mangled flesh.Patrick had completely lost his mind. All he could think about now was Dad lying in a pool of blood. All he wanted was to tear the monster in front of him apart.Leaning against my hospital bed, I watched them fight. The pain from my wound kept me alert.Patrick seized the IV stand beside him. He hauled it up, aiming f