My Double Kills Me, So My Husband Kills Her

Chapter 4

Olivia snapped her fingers, and one of her hulking bodyguards stepped forward, switchblade flashing in the sunlight.

One of her more timid lackeys, a mousy brunette, hesitated. "Liv, this is Mr. Holt's estate. Shouldn't we, "

Olivia cut her off with a laugh. "Relax. Alex adores me. His house is my house." She nudged my ribs with her designer stiletto. "And I can discipline trash in my own home however I please."

The sycophants chimed in like a Greek chorus:

"Mr. Holt would let Olivia burn this place down if it made her happy!"

"Honestly, he'll probably just massage her feet after this."

Even the hesitant girl giggled, settling in to watch the show.

I scrambled backward, my voice raw: "I am Alexander's wife! He'll skin you alive for this!"

The bodyguard didn't flinch. Cold metal pried my jaws apart,

Snick.

White-hot agony. Copper flooded my mouth. Something fleshy hit the marble with a wet plop.

Through the red haze, I saw Olivia crouch beside me, her Chanel perfume cloying. "Even with my face, you'll never be me." She patted my cheek, leaving bloody fingerprints. "Since you're so desperate for attention..."

She turned to her guards. "$200K bonus for whoever makes her scream loudest."

They descended like hyenas.

Alexander had kept me caged, yes, but never touched me. "I'll wait," he'd murmur, tracing my collarbone. "You'll beg for me eventually."

Now strangers' hands tore at my clothes. I tried to scream, but only gurgled.

The peanut gallery cheered:

"That's our future Mrs. Holt! Nobody steals from Olivia Clark!"

"Look at her crying! Should've thought twice before, "

A guard suddenly recoiled. "She's not breathing!"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Ugh, what a buzzkill. Bury her before Alex, "

The courtyard doors slammed open.

Alexander's voice cut through the chaos like a scalpel:

"What. The. Fuck."