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

Chapter 21: Like A Play

I was humming my wedding song as I wrote in my diary, but the ink from my pen blotted when I paused for a moment to stare at Scarlette. She was sleeping so soundly, even snoring a little because I had spiked her milk with sleeping pills. I knew it wasn't good for her health, but it was what she needed to stay away from the chaos that was about to unfold.

Returning to my writing, I waited patiently, humming my wedding song as if it were the sweetest, and most beautiful melody, when in fact, it felt more like a death march to me. But then it was overpowered by a thunderous rattle and screech as a car roughly pulled over outside the mansion. I knew the sound of my husband's car, so I was certain it wasn't him.

"Enzo," I mouthed, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I drummed my pen against the surface of my diary. The show will begin in three, two, one...

"Cath?!"

The smirk on my lips stretched to my cheeks as I heard the man's deep growl. Leaning against the closet behind me, I focused intently on every sound he made, my ears twitching each time it grew louder, especially when his feet pounded against the wooden stairs with heavy thuds. A loud crash followed, likely the door being knocked down, shaking the entire mansion and startling the birds nesting on the roof, sending them scattering into the air. I even saw some of them fly over the window.

I already knew what would happen next, so I prepared myself—humming louder as I wrote in my diary, feeling like I was in seventh heaven despite the consecutive gunshots ricocheting through the mansion, mixed with Catherine's horrified screams.

I chuckled. She was still screaming, so I figured she wasn't the one being shot at. It lasted for almost three minutes, and I counted the shots—at least fourteen, unless I somehow missed one while enjoying the show.

Raising an eyebrow, I questioned the sudden silence that hung in the air, but after a moment, I shrugged it off and took the time to finish my writing.

Dear, diary

I'm not an exorcist, but I feel like I've just eliminated two evil spirits in this mansion. I knew Enzo killed Catherine and Mason because it was part of my plan, but I never expected it to be this satisfying. The gunshots sounded like fireworks to me, and I bet their room is also colorful—though only in shades of red.

Just as I finished writing, the final gunshot rang out, followed by the screech of tires as another vehicle came to a halt outside. I quickly buried my diary beneath Scarlette's bed, immediately recognizing it to be my husband's car the moment I heard it. He'd soon enter the mansion and discover the scene, so I had to move fast.

Closing my eyes, I balled my fists and took a steadying breath before opening the door to walk over the scene. It was just down the hall from our bedroom, so it didn't take long to get there. As soon as I saw the shattered door, I quickly masked my face with a shocked expression, covering my mouth as I crept closer before unleashing a scream so loud it seemed to shake the entire forest.

"OH MY GOD!" I gasped, stumbling backward—this time, genuinely terrified by the horrific sight that lay before me.

The entire room was drenched in blood, as if an elephant had been slaughtered. The once pristine white sheets and pillows on the bed were now soaked in thick, dark red liquid, the metallic scent mingling with the heavy, acrid stench of gunpowder that hung in the air like a suffocating cloud.

My eyes wandered to each of the people in the room—Mason, whom I wouldn't have recognized if I hadn't remembered the clothes he wore; Catherine, lying face down on the floor with a hole in the back of her head; and finally, to the man sitting in the corner, whose hands still gripped the gun he had used to take two lives.