All Chapters of Married To My Dead Husband Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The rain came down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking through my black dress until the fabric clung to my skin like a second, heavier layer of grief. I stood apart from the others, half hidden by a crooked oak tree whose branches offered no real shelter. Mud sucked at my heels, threatening to pull me down into the earth right alongside Adrian.They lowered the casket slowly, the ropes creaking under its weight. I watched every inch of it disappear into the ground, and all I could feel was… nothing. Not the sorrow I was supposed to feel. Not even proper relief. Just a hollow ache where my heart should have been beating.On the other side of the grave, my mother in law, Margaret Blackwood, stood under a large black umbrella held by one of the guards. Her face was buried in a silk handkerchief, shoulders shaking with practiced sobs. Beside her, Sophia, Adrian’s younger sister clung to her arm, crying loud enough for the whole cemetery to hear. Their mascara ran in perfect black stre

The word hung in the air like smoke from a gunshot, cold, sharp, and final.“Stop.”I knew that voice. I’d only heard it once before, at a distant family gathering years ago, but it had stuck with me. Deep. Unforgiving. Like winter wind cutting through bone. Lucian Blackwood.Reginald’s grip on my arm loosened instantly. His face went pale, the sleazy confidence draining away as he turned toward the entrance. Two dozen armed men had materialized out of nowhere, shadows in black suits, earpieces glinting, hands resting on holstered guns. They filled the doorways, lined the walls, silent and lethal. Bodyguards. Lucian’s own.Everyone knew the rumors. Lucian Blackwood, the disowned son. The one the family pretended didn’t exist. The mafia king who’d built his own empire in the shadows while his father and brother played at being civilized monsters. They called him the devil for a reason. And right now, that devil had just walked into the dining room like he owned every soul inside it.Re

The veil felt like a noose.I stood at the altar in a simple white gown that somehow still managed to cling to every curve, my hands trembling around a bouquet of deep red roses. Lucian was beside me, tall and imposing in his black tuxedo, looking every bit the mafia king the rumors painted him as. The priest’s words blurred together, something about love and honor and till death do us part. I almost laughed at that last part. Death had already tried to claim me once through Adrian. Now it wore a different face.“I do,” Lucian said, his voice steady and low, sending a ripple through the small crowd gathered in the private chapel on his estate.All eyes turned to me. My throat tightened. For a second, I considered running. But where would I go? The guards outside, the iron gates, the world that had already sold me twice, there was no escape. I swallowed hard.“I do,” I whispered.The ring slid onto my finger, heavy and cold. Lucian’s hand was warm as he held mine, his thumb brushing ov