how to comit the perfect murder

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

The wedding had reached the part where we were supposed to exchange rings, but my fiance wouldn’t say those two simple words: "I do." It was because his past love had just announced her breakup an hour ago. The post on social media included a picture of a plane ticket, the landing time just one hour away. My brother suddenly stepped forward and announced to everyone that the wedding would be delayed. Without a word, they both left me standing there, turning me into a laughingstock. I calmly dealt with everything, glancing at the new social media post from his past love. In the photo, my brother and fiance were standing around her, offering her the best of everything. I laughed bitterly and dialed my parents' number. "Dad, Mom, I'm willing to come home and marry into the Sanford family."

Our bridal room was set on fire, and my husband, a firefighter, was grievously wounded while trying to save me. I sent him to be saved at the hospital where Winnie Sloan, his childhood friend worked, but the surgery ended up being a failure, and my husband passed away. After the announcement that my husband was deceased, Winnie told me that his dying wish was that he wanted a child. Hearing that, I powered through my grief and used the sperm he had previously frozen to conceive a child through IVF, raising my son to be enrolled in the most prestigious university in the area. On the day of the celebration party, my son kicked me out and invited my husband and Winnie onto the stage as his 'biological parents', and that's when I found out that my husband had faked his death. All those years ago, he and Winnie had swapped out the embryo I'd conceived in secret. The son I had painstakingly given birth to and raised turned out to have no blood relation to me whatsoever. Meanwhile, my husband had been enjoying a luxurious life overseas with Winnie while waiting for a chance to reconnect with his son. In my rage, I confronted them and demanded an explanation, but ended up dying because they pushed me down the stairs. When I came to, I was back to the day of the fire.

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.

After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out. I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat. But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage. The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying. The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive. [She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!] [No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!] The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me. The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir. Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer. It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love. To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

At first it was a contract, made to meet two ends but when she gets booted out by surprise, the best thing to do is to get a divorce, right? Wrong! Drake doesn’t want her gone, doesn’t want the baby and doesn’t want the divorce and yet doesn’t want to love her, so what can Valerie do? And when she tries to impose the divorce, he cruelly threatens the one thing that she cares about, a secret she thought she had hidden so well… if he can go to such lengths, what would he do when he finds out about a baby that wasn’t supposed to happen.

You are nothing but a tool” Philip growled in her ear. Goosebumps rose up her arms as she fought back the tears. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked with a small voice staring at her best friend across the room who was trying to conceal her smirk. “I can do whatever I want because I am the alpha!” his boomed across the entire room.... Anastasia has to decide her fate. She discovers the purpose she is mated to Alpha Philip; bring prosperity to the pack. She is reduced to nothing but a tool as a rare white wolf. Betrayed by the only family she has ever known she is confused and alone. She breaks free before it can ever happen but fate has other plans for her by making her cross paths with her one true mate. As they try to deny fate so many obstacles fall in their path, will Anastasia accept these feelings of hers? Or will she go against fate with her newly found freedom?

“I’ll never marry a whore like you” William said holding Sandra my step sister close to him. Her winning smirk was sickening. “I can explain“ I tried to reason with him but he cut me off. “Leave!!!”his voice boomed, my heart sank to my stomach. Sandra stepped closer to me pouring a glass of champagne on me. “Didn’t you hear you whore…leave.” My whole world shattered on my wedding day. Isabella is ready and happy to marry the love of her life William but her evil step mother and sister have other plans for her. They ruin her life and wedding and she has finally had enough. She cuts herself off from her family. She meets the father of her child and is scared to start a new family with him since her old one failed so miserably.Will she finally be able to move on or keep tying herself down to her old family?

Dreaming about unnatural events which have no relation with present, was that ordinary?The feeling of being haunted by the same tragedies as she dreamt of, whose dreams those were? And why is she watching them?MURPHY MARTINO had no answers to these questions. As she was an orphan, she had no one by her side except SAM LEONE with whom she shared milk kinship as they were fed by the same Nanny in an orphanage.It soon turns out that the death of her parents wasn't an accident but a murder! And why did someone wanted to do that? What was her relation to the dreams and that Royal Palace? And what role did Sam have in her life? Was the death of his parents an accident too?She was living destiny of someone else's life, whatever she does she will end up with the same end.Why was her blood so precious? No one knew till when she turned 18 and her blood bore the strength and will, it is then when everything will reveal itself, every story will uncover itself.But! Will she be able to endure it?Will Sam stay by her side forever?