I Crashed the Billionaire's Wedding With My Sister's Coffin

My sister and I were twin hex maidens.

I was born rotten—killing, skinning, every evil thing there was to do, I'd done it.

But my sister was gentle by nature, kindhearted to her core. Three years ago, she married into the Sanchez family, the wealthiest house in the country.

I never imagined the next time I'd see her, she'd be carried back to the Blackthorn Highlands by an undertaker.

She was in a splintered coffin. Every fingernail torn off. Not a single patch of unbroken skin on her body.

Elias Mercer looked at me, and something like pity crossed his face.