1 On her twenty-eighth birthday, my older sister, Serena, signed her name on an organ donor registry. A month later, she was killed in a tragic car crash. My parents, unable to survive the crushing weight of their grief, followed her to the grave soon after. Five years later, Chicago's wealthiest heirs, the Montgomery siblings, held their joint wedding on the exact same day. At one end of the crimson carpet, Finn and I stood in absolute silence, waiting as the Montgomery siblings slowly walked toward us from the other end. Finn and I locked eyes for a brief second, our gazes cold as shards of ice. Do not let them off the hook. … Today was the day the Montgomery heiress, Brenda, was marrying Finn. It was also the day her brother, Jack, was marrying me. As the siblings walked down the aisle arm-in-arm, the red rose petals scattered beneath their feet looked disturbingly like the blood pooled at my sister’s crash site five years ago. When the crowd cheered, prompting us to seal our vows with a kiss, the giant projector screens behind us suddenly crackled with static. The next second, the screens were flooded with graphic, sickening footage of Jack tangled naked with another woman, surrounded by an array of grotesque torture instruments. The images were so depraved and violent that they made the stomach churn. "Shut it off! Shut it off now!" Jack’s frantic roars clashed with the moans echoing from the speakers. The technical staff scrambled at the control panel, sweat pouring down their faces. "We can't shut it down! We can't locate the broadcast source!" "Pull the plug! Pull the damn power cord!" Brenda pulled me into her arms, trying to shield my tear-streaked face while glaring at her brother with absolute fury. I quietly peered over her shoulder at Finn, the man who had once been deeply in love with my sister. The dark, lethal vengeance in his eyes was identical to the look he wore five years ago in the cold room of the morgue. Finn and I had spent five agonizing years clawing our way into the inner circle of the Montgomery family, all for this very moment. My sister’s fatal accident was no accident. It was a calculated murder. She had to die so that two people could live: Brenda and Jack. We were here to make them pay. Brenda was a hopelessly romantic socialite, easily blinded and manipulated by Finn’s charm. Jack, however, was a different story. He was a notoriously wild, arrogant playboy. I held zero physical appeal for him. But I didn't try to seduce him. Instead, I worked diligently as his father's personal secretary for three years, remaining quiet, efficient, and entirely unbothered by office politics. I earned Charles Montgomery's absolute trust, and he hand-picked me to be his future daughter-in-law. Jack had destroyed his own body through years of reckless debauchery. Even after receiving my sister's kidney, he refused to slow down. Within six months, the organ began to fail, leaving him completely impotent. To satisfy his twisted, fragile ego, he resorted to torturing women in a secret basement chamber at Hillside Manor. "You ungrateful bastard!" Charles Montgomery gasped, his hand trembling so violently that his heart medication spilled onto the floor. The aging billionaire’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, unconscious, onto the stage. The grand ballroom erupted into total chaos. The wedding of the century had become the joke of the nation. Outside the emergency room, Brenda screamed at her brother. "You didn't just give Father a stroke! You ruined my wedding!" Jack leaned against the wall, casually dragging on a cigarette. "If the old man kicks the bucket, how do you think we are splitting the inheritance?" Brenda slapped him hard across the face. "He is in surgery, and you are already wishing him dead! Do you have any conscience left?" "Cut the act," Jack sneered, stepping into her space. "Like you aren't counting the days until his will is read? I know exactly who you are. I am the only son in this family. You are just a daughter who is going to take her share and leave." The siblings began clawing at each other right there in the hospital corridor. Finn and I stood in the shadows, watching them tear each other apart. Not enough. This is nowhere near enough. Charles’s surgery was a success, and he managed to cling to life. The moment he regained consciousness, he asked to see me alone. "Mary, my son is an absolute fool, but you must stay strong," he rasped, reaching for my hand. "I will find out who leaked those videos. Men make mistakes, and with our family's wealth, women will always throw themselves at him. I know you are sensible. At a time like this, you must stand by his side. No matter what those trashy girls do, your position as the lady of the Montgomery house is secure." I wiped a tear from my eye and nodded slowly. "I understand, Father." Charles moved quickly. He immediately ordered his chief assistant, Jude West, to handle the crisis. By that evening, the corporate legal team released a statement claiming the wedding footage was a malicious, AI-generated deepfake. They poured millions into shifting the public narrative, burying the scandal. It was the usual billionaire playbook. If they could cover up my sister’s murder as a simple traffic accident, manipulating the media was child's play. With his father out of danger, Jack relaxed. To keep me quiet, he began trailing after me like a stray dog. "I won't lie to you, I have certain tastes," he said, offering a shameless grin. "But I care about you, Mary. I would never dream of putting you through that. That is why I find other women to blow off steam. Those cheap girls are nothing compared to you. You are my wife, chosen by my father." The fact that he could say something so depraved with a smile made my skin crawl. "I have always looked the other way regarding your lifestyle," I replied, keeping my voice flat. "But I have one demand: we maintain our public image as a devoted couple." His constant absence suited me perfectly. It meant he would never touch me. Jack nodded eagerly, clearly relieved. "Of course, of course. I'll do whatever you want. But the will, Mary! The will is everything right now." He leaned closer, trying to look endearing. "My father trusts you more than anyone. Can you dig around and see what he’s planning?" His sudden affection, as expected, came with a price tag. "If I were you," I murmured, "I would focus on playing nice with your sister. She is your blood, after all. When your father passes, she might be the one deciding your place in the company." Jack’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that? Is he giving the company to Brenda?" Instead of answering, I walked toward the door and picked up Brenda’s Siamese cat. "Your sister asked me to take her cat to the groomer before we head to the hospital to see your father. Do you want to come?" Before I could finish, Jack snatched the cat from my arms. His face contorted with pure rage as he threw the animal violently onto the hardwood floor and stomped on it with his heavy boot. "Who does she think she is?" he screamed, his face red. "Our father isn't even dead yet, and she's already acting like the master of this estate! Sending you on errands like a servant is a direct slap to my face! I am going to show her exactly who she is dealing with!" The poor animal was dead within seconds, its body crushed. Still unsatisfied, Jack picked up the bloody corpse, stormed into Brenda's bedroom, and threw it directly onto her silk bedsheets. I watched from the doorway, a cold smile touching my lips. Keep fighting. Destroy each other. When Brenda returned home and saw the bloody mess on her bed, she screamed and fainted from the shock. If Finn hadn't been there to administer emergency medical aid, her weak heart might have given out right then. But we couldn't let her die so easily. Not yet. The heart beating inside her chest belonged to my sister. Charles Montgomery was a monster, and his children were his karma. One had a failing heart; the other had ruined kidneys. My sister had only wanted to help others after her death, but her kindness had been twisted into a death sentence by this greedy family. I urged Finn to take Brenda to the hospital, but he refused. "She is just in shock. We picked up her medication today. She just needs to rest." He pulled a bottle from his bag, unscrewed the cap, and fed her the pills. Finn had been a talented surgeon before he abandoned his career to join the Montgomery Group. Since Brenda adored him, she trusted his medical advice blindly. Even the arrogant Jack showed up later, uncharacteristically bowing his head and offering a quiet apology to his sister. But knowing Jack, I knew he was merely biding his time to strike back. My suspicions were confirmed three nights later. Jack woke me up in the dead of night, his face twisted with manic excitement. "Mary, you won't believe what I found," he whispered, gripping my shoulder. "I went to swap Brenda’s heart medication to get rid of her, but I caught Finn doing it first!" My heart stopped. I forced myself to stay calm. "Don't be ridiculous. They are married. Why would he do that?" "I am telling you the truth!" Jack insisted. "I saw him with my own eyes. He swapped her actual pills with harmless vitamins. The bastard is trying to kill her slowly so he can inherit her share of the estate! And she thinks he is her prince charming. If I tell her the truth, the shock alone will kill her." Suddenly, a wave of intense nausea hit me. I pushed him away, stumbling to the bathroom as my stomach violently turned. "Disgusting! You got it all over me!" Jack grumbled, wiping his shirt. Then, his eyes widened as a sudden realization hit him. He grabbed my wrist. "Are you pregnant?" Without waiting for the morning, he dragged me out of the house and forced me into his car, speeding toward the private clinic. As we pulled out of the driveway, I glanced at the rearview mirror. High up on the villa's balcony, Finn stood half-hidden behind the curtains, watching our car disappear into the dark. The test results came back positive. I was three months pregnant. Jack completely forgot about Finn's betrayal. He was ecstatic, convinced this child would secure his place as the sole heir in his father's will. He immediately called Brenda and Finn to the hospital, wanting to gloat in front of them. When Charles heard the news, he wept tears of joy and immediately instructed Jude to bring his estate lawyer to the clinic. Jude gently placed a pillow behind my lower back before slipping out to make the call. I had personally trained Jude. He was meticulous, loyal, and incredibly sharp. After I began dating Jack, I had stepped down from my role as Charles's secretary and handed the position to Jude, moving myself to run one of the Montgomery family's charitable foundations. "Congratulations, sister-in-law," Brenda said, her voice dripping with venom. The jealousy on her face was impossible to hide. A new baby meant a massive portion of the estate would be carved out of her share. "Thank you, Brenda," I replied with a warm, innocent smile. "I hope you and Finn will have good news to share soon, too." I met Finn’s gaze. His eyes held a mixture of shock, confusion, and a quiet, lingering tenderness. "We will," Finn said, nodding at me with a soft, hidden smile. Later that afternoon, Finn cornered me in the secluded greenhouse behind the clinic. "The baby..." he breathed, his hands trembling. "Yes," I confessed without hesitation. "It's yours." On the anniversary of Serena’s death three months ago, we had both drowned our sorrows in alcohol, letting our shared grief consume us. Afterward, Finn had been riddled with guilt, swearing to take responsibility for me once our vengeance was complete. "But I don't plan on keeping it," I added, my voice turning to ice.
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