“You’re awake, Rylee! Are you feeling okay?”
Garrett grabbed my hand, his face full of concern.
I pulled my hand away expressionlessly, but he immediately seized it again.
“Last night was your fault. It was just a dog.”
“Go apologize to Daphne later. She’s not petty–she’ll forgive you.”
My heart was too numb to feel any more pain. I closed my eyes, not wanting to engage.
But he kept rambling on.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Where am I?”
Garrett looked uncomfortable. “Daphne has claustrophobia, and Phoebe likes open spaces. They’ve taken the master bedroom and guest rooms.”
“Rylee, you’ll have to stay in the basement for now.”
Just as he finished, a ringtone interrupted loudly.
In his hurry to answer, Garrett accidentally put it on speaker. Phoebe’s coquettish voice came through: “Garrett, where are you? The wedding dress designer is here! Hurry back!”
He looked flustered and embarrassed as he glanced at me. “Be good, I’m handling some business. I’ll be right back.”
With that, he hung up immediately.
“Rylee, you rest.”
He got up and hurried out, his steps as jubilant as they had been on our wedding day. Like he’d won some great victory.
After a while, I heard movement outside the door.
Daphne and Phoebe entered, immediately taunting me.
“Didn’t expect you to be so shameless, playing the victim card just to stick around.”
Phoebe spat at me. “Pathetic. You even copied us by walking out before. Like putting lipstick on a pig. You’re an old hag–have some dignity!”
“Get out while you still can.”
“Otherwise…”
Daphne walked up to me, sneering “Rylee Winters, you don’t actually think Garrett still has feelings for you, do you?”
“Want us to prove who he cares about more–us or you?”
As she spoke, she pulled out a can of gasoline with a manic gleam in her eye.
1 frowned and tried to move past them. “What are you doing?”
But they grabbed me simultaneously and hit the gasoline!
Then they called Garrett: “Garrett, help us! We came to check on Kylee, and she’s trying to burn us alive!”
“Cough cough cough!”
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The fire was about to spread to my only My lungs filled with thick smoke
I desperately laube free from them, wet a curtain, and pressed it hard against my pus
The nest moment, the door was bur bed open
Harren saw me and lifted me up Rylee, are your ubay?”
But then Daphine and Phoebe’s crics rang out “Help! Garrett, save met
Garrett immediately put me down and rushed to their eble, pulling them out of the room
The force bnocked me to the ground Hoobed up from the Boor and called out, “Garrel
The man running through the door tuned his head sharply, but was diet orted by Dephine’s eft groen “Hang in there, below. your
the didn’t look at me again as he walked away without a backward glance,
As the flames engulfed me, I closed my eyes in despair.
Three days later, Garrett married Daphne and Phoebe in Bangladesh
The three of them connected through Europe for their honeymoon, where Garrett played devoted husband for a full mods
Ite posted a photo on Instagram: hotel sheets with two bright red bloodstains. He flashed a victory sign for the cemete
The comments section erupted with praise: “Living the dream with two wivest Mr. Montgomery, you abedane legende
“Congratulations, man! You hagged the ultimate prize!”
Yet as Garrett leaned against the balcony smoking, he felt none of the conquest’s joy Instead, a restlessness gnawed at him he refreshed her over and over.
After rescuing Daphne and Phoebe from the fire, they’d tearfully claimed I had deliberately tried to burn them alive.
He had initially intended to save me too, but their accusations made him hesitate,
He’d nearly lost his prizes before even claiming them, and decided I needed to be taught a lesson
He instructed security to wait five minutes before going back for me, then whisked the Davis sisters straight to the airport
He figured he’d finish what he started and come back to sweet talk me afterward.
But in the month since, I hadn’t responded to a single one of his messages.
Garrett’s heart sard Unable to wait any longer, he went back to the bedroom, grabbed his clothes, and headed for the dous
The Davis sisters, still basking in post coital blies, frantically grabbed his arm “Garrett, where are you going?
Garrett impatiently shook off their hands Back home.”
But when he returned the scene nearly drove him insane
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