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Weeping For The Bride He Left Behind

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1057    |    Released on: 09/11/2026

ammed the brakes, threw open his door, and spr

out of the trailing cars in a p

and watched Lorenzo lo

ing his hands. The crane still sat at the edge of the concrete platform, its rusted h

along the cut edge. The brush on the hillside had been smashed into a jagged gash; broken branc

looked down-layer upon layer of brush, deep and

se, unrecognizable. "She fell. Cha

it herself. See? She cut the rope, fell, and got up and walked away on her own. She's

from the steward, dropped the hook hard to the ground

ragged and frayed-pulled paper-thin, burs

this. This was a violent, catastrophic

raight at Bianca, looming over her, his deep

w it was almost a whisper in the dead air, "then why? All she

her throat. She stared at the burst rope in his

ed, and the bellow rolled

ank back, stumbling. "Maybe she j

ak is burst and frayed, not cut! The platform edge is covered in blood. The brush is smashed open. She went over that slo

d out his radio, switching to

. "Go down through the gash in the brush. Comb the woods behind the hill. Until we find her, no one leaves!" The st

rms again. "Lorenzo, you're overreacting.

r and turned to the black SUV

open, displaying a th

heart of the bouquet, stuffed it in his pocket, and bolted. The flowers were breathtaking-

ic chime cut thr

alarm set for the moment Loren

ens Bianca had synced to that alarm

photo Lorenzo himself had chosen b

midair-and blown up that large, ever

e they stood, stari

r contorting my features. They saw the tears soaking my co

waiting for her lov

agony, begging for her life

ant screen, and his brea

t in his head shattered at once. H

er her mouth as she staggered back from the screen.

d. She took a hesitant step forward, starin

ll and frantic. "She's hiding in the brush watchin

tol from his shoulder holster, chest heaving, e

rsh static crackled fro

haking, shot through with raw, primal fear. "Boss, we'r

radio. "Did you find

uffocatin

, sounding as if he were about to vomit. "Call an ambu

lor drained from

rass with a muffled thud. In that instant, the entire p

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“I WAS ALREADY DEAD WHEN THE ROSES ARRIVED My sister Bianca had always loved "joking" with me. When we were little, she joked that no one remembered my birthday-and kept the gag going until I cried, only then producing the birthday cake. On a family camping trip, she had Dad drive off and secretly filmed me chasing the car. Whenever I got angry, she said I just couldn't take a joke. Then, on the day of my proposal, she came up with a "Mafia Queen of the Skies" photoshoot-and I was hoisted on a rusted crane, dangling nearly five meters above the ground. I screamed until my voice broke, begging my fiancé-the mafia Godfather, Lorenzo-to let me down. He didn't save me. He turned his back without a moment's hesitation. "It's only a few minutes. Bianca put a lot of work into planning this 'Mafia Queen of the Skies' shoot. Don't spoil it for everyone." They drove off together to collect the flowers for the proposal, leaving me hanging alone beneath a rope about to snap, with nothing but a promise: "We'll let you down in ten minutes." "She's just putting on an act-she only wants attention," my brother sneered, with no idea that at that very moment I lay sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from me and pooling into a dark stain in the mud. Why did my family's love have to be built on my endless terror? Why did the cold Godfather who had once sworn a blood oath to protect me walk away without a backward glance while I begged for my life? Only when they returned to the estate and saw my shattered, blood-soaked corpse did their lofty, arrogant world finally collapse around them. I watched them fall to their knees, all of them, sobbing and pleading for a forgiveness I would never give. But I could never come back.”