A Bride Forged in Fire

last thing I remembered before

y mansion, the place I once called home. My wedding dress,

e inferno, was my new husband,

silver locket in his hand. He clicked it open, and the fl

ins, my stepmothe

seen before, a mask of pure hatred. The drug-induced wildness I saw weeks

a joke because of you. She couldn't take it. She couldn't take th

er me. It all clicked into place. His obsession wasn't a sud

e had been

tearing at Sarah' s clothes. To protect my father, John Miller, a proud ex-militar

ther, wanting to protect my reputation before my college entrance exams, made a decision. He transfe

ing day, Liam had de

eaming with mad devotion. He dropped the locket a

othing compared to the searing pain as he

part of you for

floor, its metal now hot from the surr

d. "Swallow every piece o

d, the sharp edges scraping my throat. He forced the chain in next, piece

s, as the roar of the fire faded

faint,

h's

no... s

dark

ell filled my nostrils

om, the familiar white canopy of my bed abo

stairs. A man's frantic yell

od ran

the day of the incident. T

as