“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

into the dark.

“We already survived the explosion,” Jason replied softly, pulling me against his chest. “The rest is just sweeping up the glass.”

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. An urgent text from Richard.

Margaret is refusing to leave the guest house. She says she will burn the entire estate to the ground before she surrenders.

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