The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 2: The In-Laws

I let the wind carry my hair away while I was staring outside the moving car with my sunglasses on and my husband's hand on my thigh.

A punk song was playing in the background, and he was softly banging his head to dance with it, while I paid my attention on the overgrown track ahead of us to distract myself from his hand that was getting higher and higher underneath my skirt.

We were on our way to his dead parents' house in the midst of this forest because I insisted that we should live there, even though he built me a house in the City.

I told him that I wanted to live away from my family because they abandoned me after I told them my decision to marry him, which was partly true from what my true reason was.

When the car came to a stop along with the music on the stereo, I unlocked the door, carefully stepped out, and took off my sunglasses to admire the four-storey vintage Victorian mansion in front of us.

From where I was standing, I observed it. Its weathered stone walls were snaked with dead vines like it hadn't been cleaned for ages. Same goes with the black towering gate which had paint clinging desperately on its surface. The roof of the mansion was so tall it touched the clouds above, making an illusion that it reached heaven.

I've never been here before, but Roman told me about this place a lot of times because it was where he grew together with his older sister, Catherine, who was now standing on the foyer and beaming with happiness as she waved her hands to get our attention.

"Roman, my little brother!" she yelled, and ran toward our direction to throw her body in her brother's arm.

Roman laughed because he didn't have a choice but carry his sister, or else she would've fallen on the withered leaves covered pavement.

I watched them silently and studied Catherine from head to toe because she wasn't at the wedding, and this was the first time I have seen her in person, though I've known about her existence since the day I looked forward to this moment.

She was three years older than Roman, born on the 19th of February 1991, makeup artist to Hollywood stars, married to a man named Enzo Pendleton, and lived in the States for ten years with her husband and my husband's daughter.

I smiled inwardly when she kissed my husband's cheek, and he laughingly wiped it off using the back of his hand, not annoyed at all.

My husband cherishes his sister.

"My wife is getting jealous, Catherine," my husband said after he put down his sister, and finally paid me his attention.

Catherine turned her head to me and scanned me from head to toe before she dramatically gasped and exclaimed my name "Mary!"

She pulled me inside her arms for a tight embrace like we were best friends, so I hugged her back and chuckled.

"I am so happy to finally see you!" she said using a high-pitched voice after she let go of me.

I softly giggled and tucked some strands of my hair underneath my ear. "I am happy to meet you too, Catherine."

She sighed. "The rumor is true. You are indeed a beautiful and modest woman."

My face flushed, so I slightly bowed my head and bit my lower lip.

"You're embarrassing her, Catherine," my husband told his sister when he noticed the redness in my face.

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's go, Mary, I'll introduce you to my husband and to little Scarlette."

I wanted to protest because I still needed to help my husband to put our luggages inside the mansion, but it was too late because Catherine had already pulled me by my wrist—earning a little wince from me, which made her halt to look back on me.