Chapter 2

It was a list, neatly recording eight names, along with their wedding and death dates.

Each name had a photo attached, and to my horror, I noticed that these women shared certain similarities.

The shape of their eyes, the curve of their lips, especially the last three—they were almost like replicas of the same type.

On the last page was the ninth name: Genevieve.

A red question mark was drawn next to it, and the date column was blank.

My gaze was drawn to the safe.

My gut told me it held an even more terrifying secret.

But the safe required both a fingerprint and a password, so I couldn't open it.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the door.

I hastily closed the notebook and ducked behind the curtains.

The study door opened, and Grandfather and the butler walked in.

"The ninth one should be the most suitable," Grandfather's voice was low and calm. "Her birth attributes match perfectly."

"We'll finally have all nine. Bring that Genevieve to me tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Thorne."

After they left, I collapsed onto the floor, my back drenched in cold sweat.

Grandfather knew Genevieve, and it seemed he was actively planning something.

Even more terrifying, he appeared to be performing some kind of… ritual that required nine brides?

The next day, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Genevieve.

"Cassidy! Amazing news! I received a formal invitation from the Thorne family! Can I come over to your place today?"

I stared at the screen, a cold smile slowly spreading across my face.

"Of course, you're more than welcome."

Genevieve spent two days at Thorne Manor, and I did my best to create opportunities for her and Grandfather to be alone.

On the day of the birthday celebration, all the prominent figures in the city were present.

I stood in a corner, watching with detached eyes as Genevieve clung to Grandfather's arm, smiling flirtatiously.

Things were progressing quickly between them. It seemed both were quite eager.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

Grandfather, Sterling Thorne, stood on the grand staircase, gently patting Genevieve's hand. His voice was steady and authoritative.

"Thank you all for coming to my birthday celebration. Today, I have some joyous news to announce."

The entire hall fell silent, all eyes fixed on them.

"Genevieve and I have found a deep connection and decided to get married."

"The wedding will be in three days, and everyone is welcome to attend our ceremony."

Though I had anticipated it, hearing the words aloud made my heart involuntarily tremble.

The guests were briefly stunned, then erupted into a chorus of insincere congratulations.

After all, a sixty-year-old business magnate marrying a woman in her twenties wasn't uncommon in high society.

As long as there was enough money, age was never an issue.

Genevieve wore a triumphant smile, her gaze sweeping through the crowd before finally landing on me.

Was she flaunting it?

I calmly took a sip of champagne, a slight smile on my lips, and even walked forward.

I spoke softly,

"Congratulations, Grandfather. Congratulations, Genevieve."

Grandfather nodded in satisfaction, while Genevieve narrowed her eyes slightly, seemingly surprised by my composure.

And so, she eagerly bared her claws.