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Black Hallow had never seen a wedding like this. Eleanor Graves stood at the altar, a vision in white, her dark eyes holding secrets too heavy for a bride. When Victor Harrow slid the ring onto her finger, the air shifted. The candles flickered. The doors slammed shut.
And then-the first body fell.
Eleanor had spent years planning this moment, making Victor fall in love, letting him think she was just another woman enchanted by wealth and power. But she wasn't. This marriage was a trap, and Victor had walked right into it. The Harrow family had destroyed hers, and tonight, she was finally going to make them pay.
But Victor wasn't as blind as she thought. He barely escaped the massacre, fleeing into the night as Eleanor disappeared into the shadows. The town whispered her name, turning her into legend-The Killer Bride.