Corpse Groom
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D/C: I own nothing.
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Victor packed as much valuables he could into the burlap sack as he could. They were mainly trinkets that could easily be sold off for a hefty price along with jewelry he knew his mother would not miss. As much he wanted to tell his parents of his plan, the last thing he needed is for them stopping him.
This could be his last and only chance of stopping his marriage with Victoria. All he needed to do is appease her mother with the only reason for this arrange marriage.
Wealth.
Give her what she wants, then everything should be okay… he hopes.
Hopefully, by the morning, Victor and Victoria's engagement will be broken off and both of them are allowed to go on their separate paths…
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Victor didn't know what he felt first, the bullet or the fall. He should have known the plan wasn't going to work. Nothing ever works out in his life. His body buckling onto itself as it fell to the ground, blood oozing out of the bullet wound at the base of his head. His face directed to his murderer, watching as the woman and an unknown man argue over in the burlap bag.
Victor wanted to scream
To yell.
Anything!
All he felt is his soul leaving him as they left him for dead.
To be continued….
R/R.