ArgaNov01

That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me! That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day. How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do? I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark. I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier! "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming. I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy! I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth! Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away. And I knew that my gut never lied!

The last thing he remembered before waking up in bed with a waiting maid was Cyril throwing down his cell phone and calling the story he was reading trash. He couldn't believe he was trapped in a story he called trash as a character who would be beheaded after trying to kill the Crown Prince on his wedding day. I am doomed to die? Is that true?

Two red lines on the testpack = positive. But who did I sleep with last time? I wanted to hide the fact while looking for a way to have an abortion without getting caught. But my father found out. He called the family court, which hadn't been held for three years. He asked me to tell him who the prisoner was-my father clearly called him that. "I don't remember!" Hearing my answer, Mom fainted, Dad turned over the chair and my two older brothers grabbed rifles to hunt down the bastard-they said they would skin him alive if they found him. So, let's remember who were the people who could take me to my room. 1. Albert, my boss who is as cold as a refrigerator. But, he obviously has a fiancée. 2. The thug who always fought with me in front of the house. His name is John, but I call him Jean. 3. Alex. He was the most likely to do it because we were in the same apartment due to a deal to save money on rent. However, he is gay! Alright, let's think more about the guys I could sleep with in a month!