Romans & histoires Marrying My Sister's Murderer

my body stiffened hearing the words that I never wanted to hear for my sister. I so knew it was Maria only who committed the murder last night. Good that I bribed the officers and closed the case even before it could move further with the investigation. "I know you got my words." he hinted eyeing at the third window on the second floor of my five story villa. It was Maria's window which was currently closed and curtains were pulled closer. I heaved tiringly. My life has become a war field in itself! How can I forget that I am not alone here, I have a sister who is dangerous than me myself.

It didn't even help to Know that the bastard got married while my sister was wallowing in the suffering he caused her. I would have killed him myself. I didn't mind spending the rest of my pathetic days in jail but when I think of my sister and how devastated she'll be when she finds out I killed someone, I calmed the raging beast inside of me. He was a mere handyman who worked for my uncle , our only relative left after the death of our parents and he had always looked creepy each time. I should have known better than to leave my then 14 year old sister all by herself with him. And it only hurt to Know my uncle died while trying to get him the deserved punishment for doing that to a teenage

I narrowed my eyes questioningly in his direction but the smirk which covered his face said it all. "Bradley. Pleasure to finally meet the woman who murdered both my father and my sister," he replied with a sickeningly sweet smile. I ignored his hand which was stretched out in front of him and I turned my back on him to walk back into the house. I needed to give the twins to Jamie so that I could get on with killing the bastard who had made my life hell. "Your sister attacked my friend and your father murdered my mate's brother," I spoke without bothering to look in his direction.

He didn't attempt to move or even speak, all he did was watch me as I moved away from him heading towards the door while I would stumble and fall but quickly retrieve my steps. I got to meet Mr Strange. I found out that he was my mate. I found out that Mr Strange was my boss. I found out that he was the murderer of my sister. So fate tell me what other surprises you have for me? What other details of my life do I not know yet? Was this even a life I was living anymore? Why has fate chosen to torment me like this? The only man I ever loved turned out to be a serial night killer and on top of that, he was my sister's murderer.

Her expression shifted slightly. “Jackson’s brother, his brother’s wife, and their unborn child were murdered over this arrangement,” I continued quietly. “And if Jackson and I hadn’t married, we would’ve been hunted anyway. Not because we were better than anyone else, but because we became the newest myth people could cling to.” “I thought of my little sister. She’s only five years old,” I whispered. “And I was terrified someone would take her the way they took me.” Allison’s face softened.

“Violet, you were the last person who called my father before he was kidnapped.” The sudden accusation stunned Violet, and she looked at Henry for help. “That’s enough!” With a dark expression, Henry shielded Violet and rebuked me, saying, “Luna, stop kicking up a fuss here. The murderer has been executed, and the judgment bears the court’s official seal. If you really want to blame someone for this, blame your father for being unlucky.” I teared up and stormed forward. “My father spent months in the lab researching the cure to treat your legs. Don’t you have a conscience?!”

After marrying into the Preston family, I had worked tirelessly for them, only to end up killed by my own husband. Just as I thought my body was about to be riddled with knives, Scott suddenly appeared directly above us. The blade hovered over Nicky's head. I had no strength left to act and could think of no better plan. All I could do was turn the camera around to face Nicky and shout frantically, "Scott, I'm begging you—please just believe me this one time! This really is Nicky! I'm not lying to you! She really is your sister!" On the video call, Scott rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Is it? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. A woman who's not thinking straight." "Daniela is perfectly capable of making her own choices." "Is she? Because the Daniela I know has a history of making terrible decisions. Marrying her dead sister's husband, for instance. Causing the death of an innocent child." I flinch like I've been slapped. Thomas's hand finds mine under his desk. "You pushed her down those stairs," Thomas says, his voice deadly quiet. "Did I? That's not what the police report says. That's not what the witnesses say."

The kitchen clock ticked loudly in the silence, every second pressing down on us like a hammer. Finally, I managed to breathe out, “Clara… are you sure?” She gave me a sharp, broken laugh. “You think I’d be sitting here if I wasn’t?” Her voice cracked. “What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?” I buried my face in my hands. My fiancée was upstairs, sleeping peacefully, dreaming about a future with me — a wedding, a home, a family. And here I was, sitting in the dark with her sister, staring at the proof of a betrayal that could destroy everything.

“Jessica’s brother? They’ve been estranged for years and she hasn’t seen him since forever. What has he got to do with any of this?” “Well, the bastard murdered my then boyfriend, who was the only man that I have ever loved and will ever love, and was the father of my child as well in front of me. Her demon of a brother cut off piece after piece of body parts from off my boyfriend's body, so I plan to kill his sister in the same way. It’s only a pity that I can’t force him to watch as I do it, the same way they all forced me to watch as they killed my baby’s father.”