They say every bride remembers her wedding night.
The scent of roses. The laughter. The taste of champagne on trembling lips.
I remember the blood.
One moment, I was dancing in his arms—my husband, my king, the man who promised me forever. The next, he was collapsing into mine, crimson spilling across my white dress like a curse. The music didn't stop. Not at first. People screamed, fled. I didn't move. Couldn't. My world had ended before the song did.
They tried to break me that night.
Instead, they gave me purpose.
I buried the girl who believed in happy endings, and from her grave rose something else—something colder. Smarter. Deadlier.
My name is Sienna Black.
They killed my love.
Now I'll kill their legacy.
One by one.
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