Chapter 1\u00a0<\/p>\n
For three long years, Bryant Whitney despised me. And in the end, I fulfilled exactly what he wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The day I died, only Buffy kept me company.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As for Bryant, he was with the girl he loved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fireworks lit up the sky as he celebrated her birthday.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And while their world glittered, I begged him to save me\u2026 but he didn\u2019t even look my way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cIf you wanna die, just do it. You brought this on yourself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the end, the kidnappers executed me and tossed me aside like a rag doll.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one claimed my body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when it was finally found, Bryant lost his mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
***\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bryant took off the ring from his left ring finger, threaded it onto a chain, and clasped it around Corinne Jarvis\u2019s neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Expression cool and distant, he leaned close and whispered hoarsely, \u201cAs you wished.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Brilliant fireworks burst behind them. Corinne\u2019s face flushed with shy delight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1012\u00a0<\/p>\n
Friends cheered and whooped, calling out, \u201cHappy birthday, Corinne!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I watched the short video clip on social media, my fingers trembling uncontrollably.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That ring was our wedding ring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And in that moment, only one thought screamed in my mind: \u201cCorinne is back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s childhood sweetheart, my so-called sister, was back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was I supposed to do? What could I possibly do?\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was already midnight. The food in front of me had gone cold, and the candles had burned down to ash.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew he wasn\u2019t coming home tonight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But today\u2026 was also my birthday. As Corinne wished?\u00a0<\/p>\n
A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I looked at the neatly arranged divorce papers on the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What wish could Bryant possibly grant Corinne? Nothing more than putting everything back where she believed it belonged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But why should I accept that?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, darkness swallowed me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A dull blow landed, and consciousness slipped from my grasp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The smell of blood and scorched flesh clung to the air. A bucket of icy water crashed down over me, jerking me awake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
if begging me to help.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It really was Buffy, the dog who had stayed by my side for three years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the Whitney\u2019s residence, it was the only warmth I ever received.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now, only its skin remained on its broken body, hollow eyes staring blankly in my direction. Blood stained its muzzle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamn mutt, you bit me? I\u2019ll skin you alive and roast you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he crushed Buffy\u2019s head beneath his boot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A strangled cry rose in my throat, but not a sound came out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My mouth was sealed with duct tape, freezing water dripping down my hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBitch, raising such a vicious beast! Drugged it so it can\u2019t bark, and it still almost bit us twice! Watch how we finish it off!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A wad of sticky, yellow spit landed on my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laughter erupted. They were celebrating and cheering. Celebrating that I had become their trophy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And finally, it hit me. I had been kidnapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at them in terror.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I truly didn\u2019t know why they\u2019d taken me, or why they were so cruel to Buffy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But soon, I knew the answers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
64.32%\u00a0<\/p>\n
10.17\u00a0<\/p>\n
Joseph King is an editor and storyteller who ensures every chapter is clear, polished, and engaging for readers.<\/p>\n
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