The Wrong Bride to Mess With novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I immediately collapsed into a pooling stream of blood. The violent throbbing pain in the back of my head made my

body tremble uncontrollably. I could feel the hot blood streaming out.

In Nina’s hand was the ceramic teddy bear figurine she had used to hit me, a birthday gift I had once given her.

My mother was terrified. “Nina, you hit her too hard! You didn’t kill her, did you?”

Nina looked at me, saw my eyes were still open, and breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s still alive, isn’t she?”

She crouched down and patted my face. “Willow, you asked for this. If you had just obediently switched places with me,

none of this would have happened.”

I was starting to feel dizzy in waves, but I clenched my jaw, desperately fighting to stay conscious.

Nina continued to talk to herself.

“To look just like you, I specifically lost twenty pounds and got the exact same hairstyle. Once I put on your clothes, even

Mom and Dad won’t be able to tell us apart, let alone Julius.”

“From now on, you’ll quietly go back to being Willow, or don’t blame your sister for being heartless.”

My parents were starting to strip the clothes and jewelry off me when a knock suddenly sounded at the front door. The

entire family instantly grew tense.

“Who is it?” Nina asked.

“It’s me.”

It was Julius! I was about to yell when my father clapped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bedroom.

“Nina, why aren’t you opening the door?”

Seeing the situation, my mother quickly yanked a rug over to cover the bloodstains on the floor. Only then did Nina open

the door, “What are you doing here?”

‘I was passing by, so I thought I’d come and pick you up.”

Julius frowned, looking at Nina. “You weren’t wearing these clothes when you arrived.”

“I got my other clothes dirty just now, so I found some old ones to change into,” she quickly lied. “Since you’re here to pick

me up, let’s go.”

From inside the bedroom, I could clearly hear their conversation. If I let Nina leave with him. I would surely repeat the tragedy of my past life.

Nina would never let me live, because only the dead can keep a secret.

My father glared fiercely at me, mouthing a threat to keep quiet. I nodded obediently. My left hand had already found

the leg of a nearby chair.

With a strong tug. I pulled the chair over. It crashed to the floor with a loud thud.

My father was furious. He grabbed a handful of my hair and slapped me across the face.

“What was that noise?”

Julius stopped and turned toward the bedroom. Nina immediately stepped in front of him. “It’s nothing. Maybe the cat

knocked over a chair.”

Julius strode quickly to the bedroom door. He bent down and pinched something scarlet off the floor.

“That’s blood.” He tried the door handle and found it was locked.

“The blood might be from the house cat in heat. It’s so dirty, let me take you to wash your hands,” Nina urged, trying to pull Julius away.

I seized the moment when my father was distracted, yanked the heavy bracelet off my wrist, and forcefully threw it at the door.

The loud noise made Julius’s frown deepen. He stepped back, raised his leg, and kicked the bedroom door right off its hinges.

He then saw me, covered in blood, with my father pinning me down and whipping me with a belt.

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