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she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

⸻ Then… A soft voice echoed behind him. “So…” “You finally came.” ⸻ Alessio slowly turned. The woman in the black wedding dress stood only a few feet away. For the first time… He could almost see her face beneath the veil. She gently tilted her head. Then whispered words that stole the air from his lungs. “Welcome home…” ”…my husband.” End of Chapter 8

Swallowing my pride, I said, "It's too remote out here. I can't get a ride, and my phone's almost dead. Could you… come pick me up?" "Oh? Now you're begging me?" He let out a mocking laugh. "Right now I'm—" A soft, sweet voice suddenly cut him off. "Lex, are we almost at the bridal shop? I can't wait to see your face when I'm in my wedding dress." Lex's tone immediately turned harsh. "Catherine, stay right there and think about what you've done. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson." The call abruptly disconnected. A moment later, my phone buzzed.

"I've made my decision. She will be my queen." For one suspended heartbeat, nothing happened at all. The candles didn't flicker. The crowd didn't breathe. And then thunder cracked overhead — sudden, violent, utterly wrong for a night that had been perfectly clear only moments before, the kind of sound that belonged to storms, not to clear skies over a palace garden. Pain seared through my shoulder like a brand pressed straight to the bone, and I bit back a cry as a mark bloomed beneath my skin, spreading like ink through water, gold light flickering just beneath the surface before settling into something permanent. The mate bond has been sealed.

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.

There's no saying what could happen at any moment. And she was right... _______ KircheLeaf Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere _______ ~ END of CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ~

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

Of course…" -Ordinary! “ Lusetta pushed Igor. The two looked at each other for a few minutes and kissed intensely, an intense kiss that Igor tried to find and enjoyed. Nothing sentimental, no commitment at all, anyone involved with Igor should know that the woman who lies down with him becomes his wife. *************** Next morning The Hunton family was sitting at the table, having breakfast, except Igor and the bride and groom who were still sleeping. The bride's family had already left, as her daughter was already delivered. “ I'm curious to see the couple! “ Clarina said anxiously. “ I can't believe my boy got married. Sebastian and Jonathan smiled, finding Clarina's barely contained happ

Surprisingly, Igor turned to face her with tears still streaming down his face. "Schraff was the only family I have, your Alpha took him away from me! I'm going to make him regret it!" He raised his clenched fist up and frowned. "He must regret it and he must die!" Bridget complimented his outburst. "I think we need to find a way together, My Lady! I heard that some spirits are already roaming all over the island." Igor was now focused on Bridget ignoring my presence.

Or was it the mate bond thing that was suddenly making me notice these tiny details about him? I felt myself shrink back. This was not in any way how I planned this day to go. I was supposed to just serve the drink and get the hell out ofthere. Not end up emptying the glass on the alpha, and not ending up as his mate when he had already chosen a fitting Luna. "You sick bitch," Ingrid, the bride-to-be yelled. She was already storming towards me, her hand in the air. I cowered, shutting my eyes tight and waiting for her to strike me. It would not be the first time I had been slapped or beaten in the pack. It was like an everyday occurrence. So I quietly waited, but the slap never came.