Chapter 1 - A Vow Made in Vengeance
"Mother... I cannot be his wife."
Elise gasped those words from the corner of the room. Her silk gown was torn and rumpled. Her chest heaved in frantic, shallow breaths. The sheer horror in her gaze was something Martha had never witnessed in a newlywed.
Just an hour before... The estate in Willow Creek had been alive with dancing, joy, and cheers. Sweet jasmine perfumed the cool night breeze. Friends and family mingled under warm fairy lights. Wine was poured without hesitation. Loved ones raised their glasses to what they deemed a flawless union.
Martha had prayed for this moment for years. Damien was her absolute pride and joy. A son she had nurtured to be honorable, diligent, and kind. He had won a grant for architecture, forged a stellar reputation in Seattle, and always looked poised for greatness.
When he first brought Elise home eighteen months ago... Martha embraced her with open arms. She wasn't overly glamorous. She dressed in modest elegance. She had a quiet, gentle smile. When everyone else lounged in the parlor, Elise would quietly gather the plates and wash them unprompted.
From then on, Martha loved her like the biological daughter she was never blessed with. She always set aside Elise's favorite lemon pastries from the market. Prepared her most cherished dishes every weekend. Over time, she dropped the phrase "Damien's fiancée." She merely referred to her as... "My own child."
Then the shriek tore through the house. It ripped the peaceful silence apart. Not a cry of joy. Not a gasp of shock. An agonizing wail dripping with absolute terror.
Arthur bolted upright beneath the covers. "What on earth was that?" Martha was already out the door. "That was Elise." Slipping on the hardwood, she sprinted down the corridor. Thomas, Arthur's younger brother, scrambled up the stairs, awakened by the noise. "Is someone hurt?"
Martha ignored him. She hammered both hands against the heavy mahogany door of the bridal suite. "Damien!" "Elise!" "Let us in!"
Nothing. No rustling. No murmurs. Just a suffocating stillness.
She pounded with all her might. "Damien!" Arthur firmly pulled her back by the shoulders. And threw his weight against the lock, bursting it open.
The space lacked any warmth of a romantic night. The sheets were perfectly flat. Rose petals remained perfectly arranged on the duvet. A pair of crystal flutes sat untouched on the nightstand. Everything was utterly pristine. Save for... Elise.
She was pressed hard into the furthest corner. Her arms clutching her knees to her chest. Her whole frame violently shuddering.
On the opposite side... Damien sat slumped against the vanity. His tuxedo jacket discarded, collar unbuttoned. Perspiration beaded on his forehead. He gazed blankly into the void.
Martha hurried over to Elise. "Sweetheart..." "What did he do?" "Talk to me."
Elise recoiled. "No..." "Stay away from me." "It's just me," Martha hushed softly. "You're safe." "I'm on your side."
Inch by inch... Elise raised her weeping, panicked eyes. "Mother..." "I cannot stay married to him." "That person..." "He despises me."
A heavy, dead quiet blanketed the room. Arthur pivoted toward his boy. "What is the meaning of this?"
Damien parted his lips. But no sound escaped. Until... He started to weep. Not out of fury. Not out of sorrow. But like a man collapsing under the gravity of a dark confession.
"I..." "I didn't want it to go this far." "I never expected her to break down like that."
Martha felt a cold knot form in her gut. "What are you saying, Damien?"
Damien buried his face in his hands. "I just needed her to be terrified." Elise let out another agonizing sob.
Thomas gently whispered that they should move her downstairs. Arthur lifted Elise by the shoulders. Without so much as a backward glance... She vanished into the hall, her heavy lace train dragging across the floor.
Martha was left entirely alone with her son. "Damien." "Look me in the eye."
He kept his gaze locked on the carpet. "Not now." "Please, don't." "No." "I am demanding an answer now."
Following an agonizing pause... Damien finally lifted his chin. His eyes were bloodshot. Brimming equally with immense guilt... And raw venom.
"She needed to pay."
Martha stood paralyzed. "Pay..." "For what exactly?"
Damien shifted his gaze to the empty doorway where Elise had just left. And spoke in a tone so deeply chilling his mother felt she was looking at a stranger. "For what she did to Maya."
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In that terrifying second... Martha understood that the beautiful ceremony they had cheered for was never born of love. It had been meticulously orchestrated from day one. Not as a union of two hearts. But as a trap of vengeance.
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