Fated To Be Theirs

Ember’s POV

Today was my wedding day.

A soft smile tore across my face as I stirred and could hear the chatters across the hallway; memories of my bachelorette party filled my mind, and I frowned as it suddenly became hazy.

“GET THAT SHAMELESS MURDERER OUT OF THAT BED!”.

Murderer?

I groaned in discomfort; the noise was making me increasingly uneasy. I shifted in bed, trying to ease the discomfort, but a smile crept onto my lips as I cleared away those thoughts.  

“Murderer! She’s a murderer! Get her out of the bed!” The words pierced through my thoughts once more, leaving me in a state of confusion. 

Was I hearing things? My eyes slowly fluttered open, and through my blurry vision, I saw a figure standing in front of me.

What is going on? I wondered, sitting up straight. Everyone had gathered around me, their expressions filled with shock as they stared at something beside me. 

Confusion and dread swirled inside me as I turned to see what they were staring at. When my eyes landed on it, I screamed in horror and bolted out of bed. My hands were clutching a dagger, its blade stained with blood. I cried again, flinging the weapon away in terror.

On the bed, soaked in blood, was my soon-to-be father-in-law. My hands trembled violently as I stared at them, realizing they were covered in his blood. I screamed once more, collapsing to the ground, my entire body shaking uncontrollably as my heart pounded in my chest. This was a nightmare—what the hell was happening?

“You murdered my father?” Brandon’s voice cut through the chaos, seething with anger. His face was filled with rage and betrayal. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to speak, but fear paralyzed me, making it impossible to form any words.

This couldn’t be real—it had to be some twisted nightmare. All I could remember from the previous night was my bachelorette party. I danced, laughed, and drank until I blacked out. But now… how did I wake up next to my father-in-law’s corpse?

“Brandon,” I called his name desperately as I ran toward him, grabbing his hands. But he wouldn’t look at me. His eyes were locked on his father’s corpse with shock etched deeply into his features.

“I didn’t do it, I swear. I don’t know what’s happening!” I pleaded, my voice shaking as I begged him to believe me.

He finally turned his gaze down at me, and my heart pounded as he barked, “Get away from me, you filthy murderer!” With that, he yanked his hands free, shoving me so hard that I fell to the floor.

Pain shot through my body as I clutched my stomach, instinctively trying to protect my baby.

“How dare you touch me with those filthy hands stained with my father’s blood?” he growled, his face twisted in anger. My hands shook violently, my heart racing with fear.

My eyes caught sight of Emily, huddled in the corner,