All Chapters of The Bride Killa : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The morning fog clung to the earth like a heavy shroud, casting everything in an eerie, gray light. Ridgeview's outskirts, typically peaceful, felt suffocating. The town's quiet was always deceiving, and today, it felt especially so. The mist rolled in from the hills, a thin veil that covered the small flower meadow. It was here, in the soft, wild grass, that the jogger found her.At first, it didn't seem real. The jogger, a man in his late forties, slowed to a halt, his breath visible in the cold air. He squinted into the fog, his eyes narrowing. There, lying in the dew-covered grass, was a woman. She was sprawled unnaturally on her back, as though she had fallen asleep, but the sight of her pale, unmoving face made his stomach lurch.Her wedding gown was pristine, the delicate lace catching the morning light. It billowed around her like the petals of a ghostly flower, yet the blood-stained hem told a different story. A single red rose rested gently on her chest, its dark red petals

The Ridgeview precinct's war room was a stark, no-nonsense space. A whiteboard dominated the front wall, covered in photographs of the victims, maps, and timelines. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a cold glow over the team gathered inside. Detective Jane Michaels stood at the edge of the room, clutching a coffee cup, trying to steady her nerves. This was her first official briefing on the Bride Killer case, and every eye seemed to be on her, sizing her up.Chief Walter Garrison strode in, his presence commanding the room's attention. He tossed a stack of files onto the table and cleared his throat. "Alright, let's get this circus started. Michaels, pay attention. This is your baptism by fire."Jane bristled at his tone but nodded, stepping closer to the table where the files lay.Garrison gestured to the whiteboard. "We've got five victims so far, all women between their late 20s and late 30s. Different backgrounds, different professions, no immediate connection between

The Ridgeview Town Hall was an imposing structure, its tall, arched windows and clock tower lending an air of authority to the otherwise quaint town square. Inside, the meeting hall buzzed with energy, residents filling every chair and standing along the walls. Conversations overlapped—snippets of gossip, fear, and frustration echoing off the high ceilings.Jane Michaels stood near the back, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, scanning the crowd. She was here less as a participant and more as an observer, sent by Chief Garrison to get a pulse on the town’s mood.The recent murders had shaken Ridgeview to its core, and tonight’s meeting was meant to address the rising unease. But as Jane’s sharp eyes roved over the attendees, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was witnessing more than simple civic unrest.At the front of the room, Mayor Charles Whitaker raised his hands to quiet the crowd. A middle-aged man with a sharp suit and a polished demeanor, he looked like some