He Killed Our Twins, I Married His Mafia Rival

CHAPTER ONE: The Triple Kill of Betrayal

The day I buried my twins was the day my husband killed the last piece of me

Their funeral ended before noon.

Two tiny white coffins were lowered into the ground. Their names were carved on the side. Ariel Collins. Eli Collins.

I stayed long after everyone left, staring at the ground as hot tears pinched the corners of my eyes.

Marcus, my husband, rested his hands on my shoulders.

Clarissa, my sister-in-law, sobbed into a lace handkerchief beside her.

They held me up as I nearly fell into the grave screaming.

They cried. Whispered that I could have more children, that we would try again.

I believed them.

Their kindness made me agree to give Marcus my company shares that same day. I even planned to break the news to him that I was pregnant, and he would be a father again.

My world felt shattered, but at least I still had a husband who loved me… and a sister-in-law who cared.

By evening, I arrived home. I wanted to shower and take a moment to breathe.

Everything changed the moment I stepped into the house. I never should have gone inside.

The front door was slightly open.

At first, I thought I was imagining the sounds, the soft moans, the whispered gasps.

Then I saw them.

Marcus, pressed against Clarissa, moaning her name.

His hands gripped her waist, her legs wrapped around him.

Their bodies moved together, mouths whispering and moaning

They didn’t even care if they were seen.

My chest tightened as I staggered backward.

They hadn't even locked the door.

I could barely process it. They continued moaning. Lost in each other. This time, Marcus covered her mouth with his palm.

Marcus, my husband, is in an intense sexual relationship with his stepsister.

For how long?

My eyes burned with rage.

For a few seconds, I couldn't move or breathe. I couldn't believe what I saw.

I felt like tearing their faces apart, but suddenly, Clarissa spoke, her voice whispered seductively.

“Marcus…” she murmured, her voice mild and gentle as she rubbed her fingers over his head. “You should have seen her face… clinging to those coffins as if crying would bring them back. How were you able to convince Liya that her kids just died of COVID, when we both know they died because of my mistake during the in-vivo research?"

Hearing that, my heart stopped, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe as my throat dried up.

Marcus chuckled in response. “I know. Liya has always been weak. That’s why she was the perfect target. Using her kids as our living in-vivo subjects made us famous. Even if the research was a failed one, we still have another means,” he said, his lips curving into a smirk.

He continued, “Today, she is going to give her shares to me… I mean, all her shares. Once we have that, we will ruin her completely. After that…” He shrugged. “She can join her twins. Once I’m done dealing with Liya, she will have no choice but to crawl, begging for help. Then I will feed her to the dogs.”

My nails dug into the drywall. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. Their laughter made my skin crawl.

Then Clarissa whispered, “I almost laughed when I told her we would have more kids. She clung to me like a dying flower.”

Marcus smirked. “Well… she will have all the time to cry. She already served her purpose.”

Hearing that, my breath stopped.

All these years, I had been fooled into believing Marcus loved me and cared for our family.

My breath vanished, the truth hit hard as I realized the man I loved and cherished for four years used my twins for a failed in-vivo test and vowed to make my life miserable.

They giggled. Clarissa gasped playfully.

“The cancerous cells spreading to their brains were unfortunate, but in all, the kids were so weak. I got the fame I needed. Once you have the shares, I will carry out research again. This time, I will use Liya as another living in-vivo test.”

My knees nearly gave out. I was tempted to open the door and flare up, but I stood still.

Marcus pressed his lips on Clarissa’s again as he slid his fingers beneath her thigh.

He scoffed. “Liya believed everything I told her. She cried herself sick, but that’s not all. After that, we will harvest her mother’s kidney and transplant it to our mother so she can be fine. She needs a good kidney. Liya’s mother is worthless, she doesn’t deserve a functioning one.”

My vision blurred. Marcus’s words pierced me mercilessly. He spoke without remorse.

He didn’t just kill our children, he planned to kill me and harvest my mother’s kidney.

Hot silent tears streamed down my face. Everything I had ever loved, Marcus was determined to destroy.

I remembered the day my twins died...it was two days after their birthday.

The doctor had walked in with folded lips and trembling hands.

‘Mrs. Collins… I’m so sorry. Ariel and Eli didn’t make it. COVID complications.’

My babies only had a mild fever.

They had been active that morning, laughing, throwing cereal, fighting over a toy car. COVID? Just like that?

Clarissa had held my shoulders, sobbing as if her heart was tearing apart.

Marcus had dropped to his knees beside their hospital beds, hitting the floor so hard that his palm bled.

I had believed them.

Every tear. Every display of sadness. They comforted me.

They had both known how much I loved the twins, the failed IVF cycles, the fertility drugs, the nights I cried and collapsed from injections. None of it meant anything to them.

“You still have your womb intact, Liya. We will have more kids,” Marcus had comforted me.

I had believed it. But now, those words were nothing but guilt and pretense, lies meant to cover their sins.

Later that night, my mother collapsed when I told her about the twins' death.

Her blood pressure had risen so high that the nurses screamed down the hallway.

She never regained consciousness. She was still lying in the same cold hospital room.

And now, not only had they made my mother unconscious, but they also planned to harvest her kidney.

My entire body went cold. I forced myself to move, but my legs wobbled, and my vision blurred.

I quickly gathered the documents and condolence letters and shoved them into my bag.

I gasped for air. Yet my breath still ached.

Then the images flashed; the twins laughing, Marcus’s fake tears, the two faint lines. My heart shattered faster than I could hold myself together.

Marcus was a monster and didn't deserve to be called the father of my unborn child.

My legs finally went weak. And I collapsed

The last thing I saw was the same people who murdered my children.