Married to my husband for three years, he opened a room with white moonlight and was caught by reporters, but asked me to save the scene. Chapter 1

Three years ago, my sister, Chloe, and I secretly married the Thorne brothers.

I was married to Dominic Thorne, the CEO, and Chloe married his younger brother, Leo Thorne, the VP.

One night, the brothers took Serena Hayes, the woman they'd always pined for, to a hotel. When reporters caught them, they called Chloe and me to bail them out.

I was forced to wear an identical outfit to Serena’s, meant to distract the paparazzi. Instead, Serena’s obsessive stans dragged me into an alley and beat me to death. Chloe, who was supposed to meet me, suffered the same brutal fate.

By the time Mom arrived, Chloe and I were already gone, our bodies lifeless in a growing pool of crimson. We had stopped breathing.

Heartbroken, she called Dominic for help.

All she got in return was Dominic’s venomous curses.

“She couldn't even handle a simple task like distracting reporters. What right did Ava have to live? She should have died ages ago!”

I died then, but my soul remained, forced to hear his cruel words. My heart was ripped to shreds.

Chloe’s soul floated over, trying to comfort me, saying Leo would surely come.

Mom called Leo, only to be met with the same merciless ranting.

“Serena was caught by the paparazzi! I’m busy doing damage control; I don't have time for your drama. Didn’t you say Ava was about to die? Let her die then!”

Chloe clung to me, her sobs echoing through the void, a raw, piercing sound.

Later, news of Chloe’s and my gravestones leaked.

The brothers, upon hearing the news, knelt before our graves, weeping floods of tears.