Wedding´s rules

The music and laughter of the hall faded slowly behind us as Edgar closed the library door. The sound of the latch resonated like a sinister echo in the air, and in an instant, I found myself trapped in a space that seemed designed to hide secrets.

Edgar was close, very close; his presence was intense and pressing. I stared at him, feeling my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. Despite the gentle flashes of happiness emanating from the banquet in the hall, a sense of unease enveloped me, like a dark cloak I couldn’t shake off.

“Hanna,” he began, with that voice that was both music and poison at the same time. “I know who you are. I know you're not Lucía.”

My breath halted for a brief moment, my words getting stuck in my throat like thorns. “What... what do you mean?” I dared to ask, though deep down I knew Edgar wasn't joking. The revelation chilled my blood, a shiver ran through my body.

He took a step forward, a flash of malice crossing his dark eyes. “Your sister has been out of the picture for quite some time. She’s not your rival, Hanna. It’s you who I truly want.”

The air grew heavy with his confession. My mind wrestled between disbelief and horror. “Are you saying that...? That you've been behind all this?”

My words faded into the air, and a mixture of mistrust and fear took hold of me. Edgar smiled in a way that made me feel exposed, as if every corner of my being was laid bare before him. His presence was a blend of seduction and danger, a combination that made me doubt my own instincts.

“What happened with Lucía... was it you?” I stammered, unable to handle the reality unfolding before me. “Are you responsible for her death?”

Edgar approached, his unsettling gaze fixed on my eyes. “No, Hanna. I’m not the monster you think. Lucía was... complicated. But you, you have something special. You've always had it.”

A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered my sister’s warning. “Shut up! Don’t talk about her!” I yelled, desperation thickening my words. “You know nothing about what we really were. How can you say that?”

His laughter echoed in the room, a sound that vibrated in my bones. “Lucía next to you was just a shadow. But I realized that your light was brighter. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew it was you who truly desired.”

“I am not a object of desire for you, Edgar. I am Lucía’s twin sister, and I will never allow you to toy with my life like that.” My words were an echo of the determination that had begun to grow within me. But something in his gaze, a flicker of madness, made me fear what might happen if I continued to defy him.

What happened to Lucía was an accident, an unfortunate twist of fate," he said, moving even closer. "She was never able to see what we were truly meant to be. But you... you do. We know true love."

"True love?" I repeated, feeling anger begin to bubble in my veins. "The love that killed my sister? You're nothing but a monster!"

The tension between us was palpable; every word we exchanged was like a clash of electricity. Part of me wanted to step back, escape this terrifying revelation, while my other half yearned to understand what was happening. But I couldn't let my emotions get in the way.

"Hanna..." I heard his penetrating voice again, now softened, almost melodic. "You're beautiful. You're strong. I know you can be the woman I truly desire. I know you will be my moon."

"Your moon? What are you talking about?" I asked, sensing that his words concealed a terrifying secret.

The intensity of his gaze confused me. "Edgar, if you have any respect for Lucía, stay away from me." The warning, though serious, sounded weak compared to his growing presence.

In an unexpected move, he stepped forward and, with a swift motion, grabbed my wrists in his hands. "Hanna, you can't fight this. You can't run from your true destiny," he said, his voice almost a whisper in my ear. The brush of his breath sent chills down my spine.

"You don't understand what I've sacrificed to be here. You understand nothing." His voice became threatening, but I wasn't going to give up.

"Sacrificed? Ashlee's life?" My eyes filled with tears, but I wasn't going to cry for his game. "I'm not going to be a part of this, Edgar. You're going to pay for what you did."

"Ashlee and you... you're two halves of a whole," he said, his voice filled with unyielding conviction, as he seemed to take a step toward me. "You must accept the truth of who you both are. Now she's close to you, closer than ever, in your soul." “And you can finally be with me,” he said.

For a few seconds, the room seemed to spin around us, and in that instant, the tumult of emotions intensified. Though I wanted to fight, I also wanted to flee. Yet before I could utter another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.