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Several seconds later, he snapped out of it and leaned down to help me up. "Don't worry. I'll compensate you with ten bracelets worth way more than this one. Stop making a fuss for now, alright?" When Melissa heard that, she was enraged. She spoke up in a resentful tone. "Darling, you're supposed to be my husband! Why are you always speaking up for her? She's nothing but a fraud!" The insults triggered Susan, causing her to snap. "Watch your mouth! As for you, Samuel Fuller! I quit!" Samuel clenched his fists in anger after being publicly humiliated, asking, "Are you sure about that?"

Bill said while lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke into the air. Bill’s words provoked me. I spontaneously stood up, pushed him backward until his back hit the wall, and pressed my right hand against his neck. “Fuck! Watch your mouth. And never call my wife a slut or I’ll beat you up so badly you won’t be able to get up again.”

Slashing their throats with sharp, demon-like, smoking claws? Just, who was this man? Did he get off seeing people drown in their own blood? Somewhere in the distance, my murderer-husband’s voice penetrated the ringing in my ears. “Vale, lock the fucking chapel gates. No one leaves here. We have to take this memory from them, or it's fucking chaos soon.” Take the memory? Would he shove his hands in the brains of every single person here and steal this gory memory from them? Was that it?

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “And that’s how this ends, not with a divorce, not with some perfect fairytale. It ends the day your instincts turn on me. The day you decide I’m just another body to put in the ground. You’ll be the one who kills me, Adriano. You. My husband will probably be my murderer.” “That day won’t come,” I forced out, a smile twisting my mouth even as the back of my eyes burned like acid. “No matter how hard you believe it will, it won’t.”

“I'm taking you on our honeymoon, the media needs to be fed and if I don't take you on one, everyone will know I married you for business reasons.” “I'll pack first thing in the morning.” I tell him, feigning a yawn. Thankfully, it works and my very hot husband shuts up, giving me more than enough space to imagine a few extermination techniques I'd use on him if Father had just ordered me to kill him instead.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“Brian McCoy, you better stand back. Don’t you dare to come near me? Go away, you filthy gigantic humanoid ” “Let’s dive into the water, honey.” “Brian, you fatuous man. Did you just put me on your shoulder like a cave dweller? The damn. Did you just spank me?” “Shut it, let’s drive into the blue ocean.” “I will die. Dear world, today is my last day on this planet. Please, be familiar with my murderer. He is none other than my husband. The rumor finally comes true. A McCoy kills the Simmons.” “Stop shouting, woman. You are wounding my ear.”

I state, drawing her into more daze, which she cloaks in a minute. “I will be sure to pass your message, but I can also assure you that I would drink poison or hang myself and die other than losing to you—but before I can die, I will make sure I have stuffed you with shit that will kill you slowly and painfully. So take this straight and overserious, because I will not also repeat myself—the next second that your shandow gets close to my husband, I will forget about drinking poison and feed it to you instead. Or better still, dismantle your empty head with bullets!” She affirms, looking at me like a real murderer.

(You have only 120 seconds ) The man wiped his tears and took the gun with trembling hands. "No...Por favor, no," the woman pleaded to her husband as he trained the gun on her. "Lo siento, amor," the man sobbed out before pulling the trigger. Not a moment later, the woman's lifeless body dropped to the floor. (Sorry, Love) And they call themselves in love, Killian smirked, thinking. Noah let out a gasp as his eyes widened with pure terror. Another murder. The husband covered his face with his hands and slumped to his knees, sobbing hysterically.

••Ava••~ You know after that little event of trying to murder my Devil of a husband that went to a drain? Yeah, the other five tries went to a drain as well. Day one; I tried snuffing his life out by suffocating him with a pillow. He didn't even fucking thrash, he only held out his hands and gripped my waist as I straddled him. Rubbing the skin and I had to get the hell away from his room because I didn't know what the fuck I was feeling!