Moon-Cursed Princess by Mark Twain 1
Chapter 1
For three long years, Bryant Whitney despised me. And in the end, I fulfilled exactly what he wanted.
The day I died, only Buffy kept me company.
As for Bryant, he was with the girl he loved.
Fireworks lit up the sky as he celebrated her birthday.
And while their world glittered, I begged him to save me… but he didn’t even look my way.
He said, “If you wanna die, just do it. You brought this on yourself.”
In the end, the kidnappers executed me and tossed me aside like a rag doll.
No one claimed my body.
But when it was finally found, Bryant lost his mind.
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Bryant took off the ring from his left ring finger, threaded it onto a chain, and clasped it around Corinne Jarvis’s neck.
Expression cool and distant, he leaned close and whispered hoarsely, “As you wished.”
Brilliant fireworks burst behind them. Corinne’s face flushed with shy delight.
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Friends cheered and whooped, calling out, “Happy birthday, Corinne!”
I watched the short video clip on social media, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.
That ring was our wedding ring.
And in that moment, only one thought screamed in my mind: “Corinne is back.”
My husband’s childhood sweetheart, my so-called sister, was back.
What was I supposed to do? What could I possibly do?
It was already midnight. The food in front of me had gone cold, and the candles had burned down to ash.
I knew he wasn’t coming home tonight.
But today… was also my birthday. As Corinne wished?
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I looked at the neatly arranged divorce papers on the table.
What wish could Bryant possibly grant Corinne? Nothing more than putting everything back where she believed it belonged.
But why should I accept that?
Suddenly, darkness swallowed me.
A dull blow landed, and consciousness slipped from my grasp.
The smell of blood and scorched flesh clung to the air. A bucket of icy water crashed down over me, jerking me awake.
if begging me to help.
It really was Buffy, the dog who had stayed by my side for three years.
At the Whitney’s residence, it was the only warmth I ever received.
But now, only its skin remained on its broken body, hollow eyes staring blankly in my direction. Blood stained its muzzle.
“Damn mutt, you bit me? I’ll skin you alive and roast you!”
Then he crushed Buffy’s head beneath his boot.
A strangled cry rose in my throat, but not a sound came out.
My mouth was sealed with duct tape, freezing water dripping down my hair.
“Bitch, raising such a vicious beast! Drugged it so it can’t bark, and it still almost bit us twice! Watch how we finish it off!”
A wad of sticky, yellow spit landed on my face.
Laughter erupted. They were celebrating and cheering. Celebrating that I had become their trophy.
And finally, it hit me. I had been kidnapped.
I stared at them in terror.
I truly didn’t know why they’d taken me, or why they were so cruel to Buffy.
But soon, I knew the answers.
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