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Engaged To A Coldhearted Murderer

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 705    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

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other. Cannon had given it to me on my last birthday, a quiet dinner at home, a gesture of his enduring love and respect. He said

ust have shown her a picture, perhaps excitedly talking about its beauty, and she, in her posses

was stealing from her, stealing her man, stealing her future. Her jealousy,

h! He loves me! He's going to marry me!" She clutched the brooch so hard

me he'd give me everything I ever wanted." She was staring into the middle distance,

deranged eyes. She pulled out her phone

ve a situation. A... pest. And bring your p

ad of Security. A thug in a suit, a man known for his brutal ef

ied, crawling towards the gurney, desperate

his lips a terrifying shade of purple. His eyes,

, tears blurring my visi

peered tentatively around the corner. "Nurse

onal mask slipping back into place. "Everything's fine, Nurse

face on the floor. Her eyes widened with alarm. "But... the

g my judgment, Nurse Anya? Or perhaps you'd like to find another hospital

retreated, her face pale. The fear Brittnie

l dignity. "I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just save

reading across her face. Her eyes, filled with an

ress. "He's a complication. A messy reminder. I don't

's Cannon's brother! Cannon loves hi

ugh to make me gasp in pain. "Don't you dare talk about 'Cannon's brother' to

screamed, the words

"Oh, you're someone's mother, alright. But

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“My fiancée smiled as she showed me the "intruder" she had dealt with in the ER. I looked past her to see my mother beaten unconscious on the floor. And on the gurney next to her lay my seven-year-old brother, cold, blue, and dead. Brittnie clung to my arm, beaming with pride. "I handled it, Cannon," she chirped. "That gold digger tried to claim this bastard was your son. But I made sure they wouldn't bother us again." My blood turned to ice. She was holding my mother' s emerald brooch, a family heirloom, convinced it was her engagement ring. Because of her delusion, she had refused to give my brother his EpiPen. She had watched him suffocate to death, thinking she was winning my heart. I looked at Gabe' s lifeless body, then at the woman I was planning to marry. I pulled out my phone and shoved a family photo in her face. "That gold digger is my mother," I whispered, my voice trembling with lethal rage. "And you just murdered my brother."”
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