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plate right on the back of the car. Without a doubt, it was a wedding car. Finn hadn’t been bothered at first and was about to look away when the car window rolled down and revealed the bride’s delicate profile. A face he knew all too well. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, his smile froze and pupils contracted sharply. “Annalise Wright!”

“I meant my wedding vows. I’m not just giving up on him.” She keeps scrolling, fingers dancing. “And… ooooh,” she breathes. “Here we go. James Hale seen alone at the Hale Foundation Gala. ‘Where’s Savannah?’ says the headline. Ohhh and next headline: ‘Savannah Blake Breaks Off Engagement, Flees to Europe with Bad Boy Rocker Damon Cross.’” I stare at the screen. “Damon Cross? Who’s he?” “You don’t know Damon Cross? Do you live under a rock?” “I listen to country music and bake desserts for a living.”

"Vanessa Hector, will you take Andreas Sanders to be your husband, to have and to hold each other from now until eternity, in good times and in bad, in abundance and want, in health and sickness, to love and to cherish each other, until death do you part?" I nodded my head. "I, Vanessa Hector, take Andreas Sanders to be your husband, to have and to hold each other now and forever, in good times and in bad, in plenty and want, in health and sickness, to love and to cherish each other, till death do you part." "Put the rings between your spouses." The priest then directed, and we did so. "Then you may kiss your bride." He was talking to Andreas. Andreas moved closer to me, narrowing the distan

“That Magnolia Briggs was the bride, and I was just the bait? You were meant to believe that. And you did.” The doors behind her burst open—Colton stormed in. His face was all volcanic fury barely held in check. But instead of dragging her away, he stepped beside her, arm brushing hers, jaw clenched like a man chained to his own fire. “The board,” Savannah said, eyes like glassy flame, “has sanctioned my erasure. My name was removed from marriage contracts. I was buried under false papers, false doctors, false death.” Whispers surged. Phones rang. And then Savannah smiled—not with joy, but the kind of smile you wear when walking barefoot through a minefield.

He said, his voice flat, eyes fixed ahead like ice that refused to melt. “Why?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it, curiosity tugging at the edge of my voice. “Are you gay?” I asked again, my voice showed disgust. He burst into laughter, “No I'm not.” He said, his facial expression cold, “Is it Emilia?” I asked again, waiting for an answer. He shrugged, “Maybe, you know for some reason she's my first love.” He said, I could see the sadness in eyes, “I'm really sorry.” I said as my hands reached for his, gently rubbing them in quiet consolation. He nodded like a child and said, “I want you to come with me in two days time, I will be going to my father's mansion for his

Those must be her thoughts. As I stood before Damien the priest began to address the guest. “Dearly beloved family, friends, and all who have gathered here today welcome…” As he spoke, I squinted, struggling to see through the veil, but its fabric was too thick. “Do you, Damien Davenport, take Ms Vanessa Blackwood to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked. “I do,” Damien responded, his voice hoarse. I couldn't see through the veil but I could feel him staring intently at me.

"I'm here to help, sir. I intend to prove myself." Garrison smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Good. Because you're not here to sit around and twiddle your thumbs. You're here because we've got a killer who likes to dress women up as brides and leave them dead with a rose on their chest. We're up to six victims now. All young women, all found in various picturesque spots around town. No fingerprints, no DNA, no witnesses. Just bodies in wedding dresses and roses." Jane's stomach twisted. She had read about the Bride Killer in the papers, but hearing it described in such stark detail made it feel more real. More horrifying.

Daniel asked without taking his amused look off Sam. “It will be another time, my girlfriend is indisposed and we have to go back,” Arthur answered half uncomfortably. He didn't like that man, just as he didn't like the fact that he was a friend of the Deltons and Jones, it was obvious that he was part of their shady business. “By the way, you didn't answer my question,” Daniel attacked. “It's a private question, Mr. White. You alone have had the decency to ask about my bride's veil, it is a custom in her country," he lied to get out of the way.

I don’t know who is hurting me or why because the only sounds being made are from me. At some point, I black out, the pain becoming too much for me to bear. I come to a bit and can feel my body floating. I can’t open my eyes or move my body, but it doesn’t matter because I black out again. I’d pray to the Moon Goddess to spare me, but I’m not sure it would be worth the effort. I do send a prayer that Zahara will find someone to love her since it can’t be me.

Anthony exclaimed, his mind racing with thoughts of who could have done this to his son. At that moment, they knew there was only one person who could help them - Hazel. Without wasting another second, they rushed Damien into the car and sped off towards her place, their hearts pounding with a mix of hope and fear. "Hazel!" Anthony yelled as they arrived at her doorstep, his voice filled with urgency. "Take him to the altar," she commanded, her voice steady and filled with a sense of purpose. They carefully carried Damien to the altar, laying him down gently as Hazel began to chant a spell. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy as her eyes turned white and her hair stood on end,