The Bride's Second Life: A Vengeful Bloom
Adrian Quirrel, the heir to the Quirrel family, had been in poor health since childhood.
Guided by the old superstition that marriage could restore his health, his family had taken in four young women, with only one to be chosen as his bride.
On the selection day, they invited a renowned astrologer to read our birth charts. As soon as he said I carried a healing energy and could bear healthy heirs, the Quirrels decided on the spot that I would be Adrian's bride.
Three months later, his health miraculously improved, and I soon found myself pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl.
The family elders were ecstatic and even promised that my son would become the Quirrels' future heir.
But on the night of the christening, Adrian locked me and the babies in the basement. I broke down and demanded an explanation.
He sneered and replied, "If it weren't for your so-called 'healing energy,' Emily would've been my wife.
"She wouldn't have jumped to her death at such a young age if she hadn't been pushed to that point. Tonight, I want you and your children to accompany her in death."
He grabbed a nearby iron rod and savagely brought it down onto our babies. I threw myself over the babies, but Adrian kicked me aside.
Blood splattered across the walls and floor, and my babies' breathing gradually weakened until it stopped.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adrian chose his bride.