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Lethal Honeymoon

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 742    |    Released on: Today at 09:13

the world remained pitch-bla

ely arranged itself into a familiar mask of tender conce

. Instead, she leaned lightly into his touch, forcing a timid, weary s

atisfaction. "I'll make a lighter blend n

s faded down the hall, Hope's smile vanished. The grief

log, but found nothing. Caleb was meticulous. If she wanted answers, sh

opping by the penthouse to retrieve a fo

ning in the smart lock. Then, with a practiced slip of her wrist, she

AS

iping the puddle with a dry towel. His phone lay right where he alwa

d the spill toward his study. "Don't bother w

called back, her voice pitc

e swift, silent motion, she reached up, snatched his phone, and s

o his call logs an

m, Augustus, and one that made the b

it virtual burner number. Her mind became a camera, burning every single digit in

tion took less t

s files, kissed her ha

he marble floor, her palms slick with cold sweat. Her hands

he screen. Maya Reynolds-her closest college confidante,

grinned. "Finally have ti

knot in Hope's chest crack

What's wrong? You look like you've seen

oat and leaned close to the microphone,

oward the door. "Caleb makes me drink every night to keep me passe

in sheer shock. "W

em," Hope interrupted, pointing her camera at a piece of paper where she had frantically scribbled the digits. "I need you

d digits on the paper, the disbelief on her f

ross her keyboard in the background. "It won't be easy, and it definitely violates ever

Maya," Hop

ooked out at the glitte

ar had offic

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“I thought I had married the perfect man and stepped into a dream life in a Manhattan penthouse. But on our wedding night, after a single sip of wine my husband Caleb insisted I drink, I blacked out. When I woke up, I found a tiny, fresh needle puncture mark on my arm. I secretly installed hidden cameras and captured the horrifying truth. Caleb was drugging my wine and letting a strange man into our bedroom to drain my blood while I was unconscious. My health rapidly deteriorated into severe anemia. When I went to a neutral hospital for a checkup, the doctor revealed an even more absurd truth. "Ms. Emerson, medically speaking, there are no indications of sexual intercourse. You are still a virgin." Despite being married for weeks, my husband had never even touched me. I didn't understand. If he didn't want a real marriage, why marry me? What was the purpose of draining my blood every week? And why did I catch that very same hospital doctor secretly meeting with my husband and a mysterious blonde woman who hissed about "leaving no trace"? What kind of sick, twisted conspiracy had I been dragged into? Looking at my pale, ghost-like reflection in the mirror, a cold certainty settled in my heart. Since my perfect marriage was just a bloody transaction, I was going to expose every last lie and burn their world to the ground.”