My Fiancé Faked My Family's Execution to Please His Real Bride

"The order came down that my fiancé had betrayed the Family. I was in my wedding dress, waiting for him.

There was no betrayal. No slaughter. My father and brothers were fine. Dante was fine. They were all at dinner with Mia — the real heiress — faking a treason order so she'd stop crying.

They forgot one thing. Vale women would rather die than be shamed.

By dawn, fourteen of us were dead in that cell. I was the last.

I watched them carry our bodies home. I watched them learn the truth. And I watched Dante beg a ghost to stay.

I didn't. I walked into the light without him."