Chapter 1
All of Manhattan knew about the PECULIAR TRADITION in the Forrester family, New York’s wealthiest easywy new bride had to spend her wedding night alone in the family chapel, praying until dawn. Only those who emerged unharmed the next morning were considered blessed by the Forrester ancestors.
What once had been just a formality turned into a nightmare when Callum Forrester, the current heir, took a bride.
His bride was found dead in the chapel, her throat slashed with a gruesome wound, her limbs grotesquely twisted.
Every security camera was reviewed, but the footage clearly showed no one had entered the chapel that night except the bride herself.
Later, Callum married seven more times over the years, and horrifyingly, each bride met the same fate on her wedding night in that chapel.
Police investigations yielded nothing conclusive, and each death was eventually ruled a suicide.
Rumors spread throughout Manhattan–some claimed the Forrester estate was haunted, others whispered about dark rituals. No family would risk sending their daughter there anymore.
But today, I stood before Mrs. Forrester in a crimson dress, my posture graceful yet determined.
“Mr. Forrester is exceptionally handsome.” I said. “I’ve admired him from afar for years. I’m willing to be his ninth wife.”
I looked her directly in the eyes. “Don’t worry. Your ancestors may not have liked the others, but they’ll certainly like me.”
My family ran a small bakery on York Avenue.
Before dawn each morning, my sister would help our parents with the work–kneading dough, preparing fillings. making pastries, brewing coffee. She excelled at everything and never let me help.
Melody, you’re meant for academics,” she would say. “Just focus on your studies.”
We’ll support you all the way to success!”
Eight years ago, on the day I was announced as Manhattan’s valedictorian
My sister, dressed in a pristine white gown, shyly boarded the luxurious wedding car sent by the Forrester family.
Everyone envied her good fortune. While serving coffee one morning, she had somehow caught the eye of Callum Forrester, heir to the family fortune, and was now marrying into wealth and privilege.
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I was happy for her too, not because of the Forrester fortune, but because of the shy, joyful look on her face before she left:
“Melody, don’t worry about me. Callum is truly kind, and his family has been welcoming,” she said, holding my hands. “I need to fly higher so you can go further. You’ll always be the sister I’ll protect with everything I have!”
That night, I dreamed my sister had a beautiful baby who called me “Auntie” in the sweetest voice while clutching my shirt.
But the next morning, the shocking news of my sister’s death shattered our world.
I raced to the Forrester estate, arriving just as they carried her out on a crude stretcher.
My sister’s once delicate hands were now bruised and gray. Her fingertips were bloody, all ten nails forcibly torn off, the flesh raw and mangled.
Despite everyone’s attempts to stop me, I yanked back the sheet covering her.
Her death was horrifying–a gaping wound across her throat, her body twisted unnaturally, her eyes bulging like a fish’s.
Her pristine white gown was soaked through with blood, a pool of it staining the stretcher beneath her.
I felt the world spinning as I collapsed to the ground.
But then I heard my father’s sickeningly servile tone as he kowtowed to Callum.
“This terrible incident must be Victoria’s fault–she simply wasn’t worthy of the Forrester ancestors‘ blessing.”
“Mr. Forrester, you’re young and successful. You’ll definitely find a much better wife in the future. Please don’t waste your grief on someone so worthless!”
Though we weren’t wealthy, my father had always been kind to us sisters, never speaking harshly to either of us.
When relatives once mocked him for having “worthless daughters,” he had grabbed a kitchen knife and confronted
hem.
Now I couldn’t believe these words were coming from his mouth.
‘Who would’ve thought I’d marry a mental case? Killing herself in the chapel on our wedding day–what terrible
uck!”
‘Get rid of her quickly. The sight is giving me a headache.”
Callum’s face was dark with annoyance, showing no grief or pain as he turned to leave.
My sister treasured life above all else and had promised to protect me forever–how could she possibly have committed suicide?!
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Red–eyed, I moved to confront them, only to be struck hard across the face by my father.
“It’s your sister’s fault for not being fortunate enough to marry into such a good family!”
“Stop embarrassing yourself and come home with me now!”
I saw stars from the impact as my father dragged me away amid the whispers and stares of onlookers.
The incident caused an uproar throughout Manhattan, prompting a special investigation team from the state.
Shockingly, the conclusion matched Callum’s claim–my sister had committed suicide.
The Forrester estate had stringent security, and all surveillance footage was perfectly preserved. The recordings clearly showed that after my sister entered the chapel, no one else went in. The audio recordings captured even the sound of mosquitoes flying but recorded no screams.
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