Chapter 3 - As a terrified young girl bleeds on the marble kitchen floor, an unexpected billionaire husband enters to discover the dark truth behind his manipulated life.
Bridget gripped the textured rubber handle tighter, her knuckles turning white as she prepared for the fatal downward swing.
“Dead people keep secrets,” Bridget hissed through clenched teeth, her red dress rustling as she shifted her weight forward.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors leading from the mansion's grand foyer swung inward with a sharp, echoing snap.
Nathan Sterling froze instantly in the kitchen doorway, his black suit jacket slightly rumpled and his white shirt collar unbuttoned.
His dark hair fell slightly across his forehead as his hazel eyes widened in absolute, paralyzed shock at the scene unfolding before him.
Bridget stopped her swing mid-air, the wooden-shafted golf club hovering inches above Clara's head as she locked eyes with her husband.
The silence in the kitchen became absolute and suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator in the corner.
Nathan’s jaw dropped slightly, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths as his brain struggled to process the nightmare.
"Bridget... what the hell is happening in my kitchen?" Nathan demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, trembling register.
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The blood-soaked little girl in the pink dress slowly raised her head, turning her tear-streaked face toward the doorway.
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