My Double Kills Me, So My Husband Kills Her

Chapter 3

The moment I said it, they froze.

Olivia narrowed her eyes at me, her voice dripping with disdain.

"You're saying you're Alex's wife?"

I met her gaze and nodded firmly. "That's right. You're just the replacement he found. If he finds out what you did to me, none of you are walking away from this."

For a second, I thought the truth might stop her. That maybe, just maybe, she'd back off.

But then they all burst out laughing like I'd just told the best joke of the year.

"Oh my god, she's completely lost it!"

"She's so desperate to claw her way up the ladder, she's hallucinating!"

"Just because she got a little work done to look like Olivia, she really thinks she can flip the script? Call Olivia the stand-in? What a joke."

Olivia smirked, venom dripping from every word.

"I thought maybe you had some tricks up your sleeve to seduce Alex by looking like me. But turns out, you're just plain stupid."

"Alex and I have been together forever. If he had a wife, don't you think I'd know? What are you, a ghost? Nobody's heard of you, nobody's seen you. And you're living alone in this off-grid shack, please."

She snapped her fingers. "Keep going. Strip her. I want to see what else she's had 'enhanced.'"

They didn't hesitate. Hands clawed at my clothes again, tearing fabric like they were animals.

What they didn't know, what they couldn't know, was that this villa was off-limits to everyone because Alexander made it that way. He bought every square inch of land surrounding it. No one got in without his say-so. The staff and bodyguards? Gone. Dismissed by him in a jealous rage.

He never announced our marriage publicly, never even allowed a whisper of my name, because he was possessive to the point of madness. To him, even mentioning me was a violation.

But now, that secrecy had become the very reason they didn't believe I was his wife.

As their hands tore at the last of my clothing, I panicked.

"Stop! I'm telling the truth! I'm Alexander's wife! If you don't believe me, call him. Ask him yourself!"

My voice only seemed to enrage them more.

"Still lying, you shameless whore?"

Slaps came fast and hard, stinging across my cheeks, leaving my face hot and swollen.

I was shaking, half-naked, bruised, humiliated, my skin exposed, covered in scratches and shame.

Olivia's gaze turned icy as she reached into her purse and pulled out a lighter.

"This bitch's hair's in the way. I can't even see the body she's so proud of."

She lit the flame.

Before I could react, my hair ignited.

The fire spread instantly, heat crawling over my scalp like a living thing. Pain exploded across my face, ears, and head. I tried to scream, to fight it, but their hands pinned mine down.

The smell of burning hair filled the air. I could feel my scalp blistering.

By the time the flames were out, all my hair was gone. My head throbbed with burns.

Olivia stepped back and admired her work with a sick grin.

"Look at you now, bald, ugly, disgusting. Let's see you seduce anyone looking like that."

Her friends cheered and clapped like it was some kind of party.

I glared at them, trembling with rage, voice hoarse as I shouted, "You're all going to regret this."

For years, I'd been locked away here, trapped by Alexander's threats to destroy my family if I ever left. My freedom, gone. My life, stolen. The only thing I had left was my pride, and now even that was stripped away.

The rage that burned in me now was white-hot.

But Olivia wasn't done.

She stalked over, lifted her heel, and stomped down, right on my face.

"You've still got the nerve to talk back?" she spat. "Fine. If your mouth can't say anything worth hearing, "

She turned to her friends and smirked coldly.

"Cut out this bitch's tongue."