I opened the conversation.
Naomi: “You promised me she wouldn’t survive the honeymoon.”
Lucas: “Relax. You’re next after the money clears.”
My stomach turned.
There were dozens of women.
Names.
Photographs.
Bank balances.
Property records.
Marriage certificates.
Death certificates.
They weren’t just planning to kill me.
They had done this before.
I quickly transferred everything to the encrypted server connected to my emergency device.
Then I heard footsteps.
I froze.
The door handle moved.
I slipped the phone beneath the mattress and climbed into bed.
The door opened.
Lucas walked in.
He smiled.
“Sweetheart?”
I forced my eyes halfway open.
“Lucas…”
He sat beside me.
“You look terrible.”
“I feel sick.”
His fingers brushed my forehead.
“You should sleep.”
I stared at him through barely open eyes.
For the first time since our wedding, I saw the man underneath the smile.
There was no love in his eyes.
