Mine

CHAPTER 6

Aera

It's the big day of my life, and here I am, standing in front of the mirror in my white and black wedding gown, preparing to get married. My reflection stared back at me—a vision of elegance with a hint of darkness in the gown's intricate design. But despite the beauty of the moment, I couldn't shake the unease settling in my stomach. My heart pounded in my chest, not from excitement, but from a tension I couldn't fully name.

Just as I was lost in thought, the door swung open with a sudden creak, revealing my brother. His face was tense, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by something else... something that looked like anxiety, maybe even fear.

"You know the guy, Jack... well," he started, his voice tight.

I felt a sudden rush of tension rise within me. "Yeah... What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, bracing myself for whatever bad news was about to come.

"HE GOT HIM! I fear we might get uncovered!!" His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

"What?!" I shot up from the chair, the weight of the 'not so great' news settling over me like a suffocating blanket. My heart raced faster, my mind spinning with possibilities. If Jack was caught... we were all at risk. Everything we've worked for could crumble in an instant.

"We need to kill him," I said, lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. Nobody—and I mean nobody—should ever find out who we really are. Our secrets had to stay buried, no matter the cost.

"When everyone is busy with the guests, Jay and I will take care of him," my brother said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He seemed to relish the thought of getting his hands dirty, and I could already picture him with blood-stained hands and that crazed look in his eyes as he laughed like a maniac. It was a familiar sight.

"Yeah, that's great!" I forced a smile, though my heart was still pounding. "Kill him mercilessly," I added, my voice cold and unyielding. It's what he deserves, after all. Traitors don't get to walk away.

"Thanks, sis! Love ya," he said, his grin widening. Then, with the most disgusting smirk, he added, "Oh, and I hope that your dear hubby fucks you so hard that you get pregnant with 7 kids at once."

"Gross!" I slapped him on the arm, but a small laugh escaped me despite the tension in the air. Leave it to my brother to make an inappropriate joke at a time like this. His crude humor was his way of lightening the mood, and as twisted as it was, it helped—just a little.

As he left the room, the weight of the situation pressed down on me again. I turned back to the mirror, my reflection now clouded with the reality of what we were about to do. Today was supposed to be about love and new beginnings, but here I was, orchestrating a murder on my wedding day. The duality of my life—the perfect bride on the outside and the ruthless criminal underneath—was something I had long since accepted. But that didn't make it any easier.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. This was the life I chose, and I would do whatever it took to protect it. Even if it meant spilling more blood on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

Yoongi

Here I was, standing in front of what felt like a sea of people, all eyes on me as I was about to get married. The ceremony was perfect, the kind of event people dream about—elegant decorations, soft music playing in the background, and the smell of fresh flowers hanging in the air. But despite the beauty of it all, there was this nagging feeling deep in my gut, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. It was like a shadow lurking just out of sight, whispering that something was wrong, even though I couldn't put my finger on what it was.