I Married A Pair Of Comatose Twins

As the older brother, I agreed to marry a dead woman just to get the five hundred thousand dollars for my younger brother to get married.

My younger brother insisted that the middle-aged couple, who had lost their daughter, only wanted their daughter to experience being married before her death.

My girlfriend also persuaded me to do it. She said I just needed to lie in the same bed as her for one night and do nothing.

I nodded and agreed. But when I got to that family’s house, the parents pulled out a white bedsheet and handed it to me.

“You have to actually be intimate with my daughter. Otherwise, I won’t pay you a single cent.”

My mother, Jennifer Spencer, sighed for the tenth time today. She was already dreading having to help my younger brother, Lucas Spencer, come up with the money to get married.

I felt bad for her, so I decided to comfort her. But she slapped me instead.

She spat at me and said angrily, “If you hadn’t taken more than your share of nutrients from me when you were both in the womb, Lucas wouldn’t be so weak now! He needed five hundred thousand dollars to get married, but right now, it would take him forever to earn that amount. Otherwise, he would’ve found a wife by now.”

Over the years, I was used to being beaten. I did not argue. I quietly stood up.

A thin figure stood in front of me.

“Mom, I told you! Stop mistreating Liam. Why are you picking on him again?

“Besides, Liam isn’t even married yet. Why should I be in a hurry?”

Lucas was always good to me. He would even leave me the leftover chicken bones to gnaw on.

He was different from our mother. She would rather leave the leftovers to a dog than give them to me.

I stopped the angry Lucas. “Mom’s just worried about you. I’m okay.”

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and stared at me.

His eyes lit up as he said, “Liam, if there was a way for you to make five hundred thousand dollars in one night, would you be willing to do it for me?”

My heart pounded. I nodded without hesitation.

That night, Lucas took me out to dinner. My girlfriend, Naomi Lance, came along too.

“I’ve got a gig. If you’re really desperate for cash and have the guts, try it. But let me make this clear first. You can’t tell anyone about this, irrespective of whether you choose to accept it or not.”

I became curious because of their secrecy. When Naomi told me what the gig was, my eyes widened.

I pondered for a moment before saying in a trembling voice, “A-Are you asking me to marry a corpse?”

Naomi nodded and said, “Don’t worry. You just have to lie in bed next to her. That won’t affect our relationship at all. I’m not going to judge you for it.”

Liam chimed in, “Liam, I know you’ve always looked out for me since we were kids. Now that Naomi has agreed to it, you’ll say yes, right?

“If I end up never finding a wife, you’ll be the one who’s most upset. After all, you’re the one who stole all my nutrients in the womb.”

Lucas and I were twins. When we were born, he was smaller and skinnier. That was why my mother always said I stole nutrients in the womb, and I owed him for life.

My family was also not very well off. Lucas could not earn much money either. We would have to basically starve for a decade to earn five hundred thousand dollars!

Thinking of that, I gritted my teeth and nodded in agreement.

Naomi said that the family wanted a low-key wedding, so not too many people could visit. She drove me deep into the mountains.

Along the entire road, nothing was visible except for the car’s headlights. Everything was pitch black. The trees rustled eerily.

The car stopped in front of a two-story brick house.

The house was dimly lit. The lights glowed yellow, like something watching from the dark.

As I got out of the car, a gaunt elderly couple came up to me.

Naomi explained to me that these were my new in-laws, Fred and Wilma Beresford.

Since I had agreed to it, I did not hesitate. I greeted them politely. Fred and Wilma nodded at me with satisfaction.

A dim bulb hung from the ceiling. The table was covered with burning candles. A strange rag doll sat in the center.

I looked at Fred and Wilma in shock. Wilma stepped forward to explain. “Even though my daughter can’t move anymore, a wedding still needs to follow the proper ceremonies. So my husband and I decided to use a rag doll in her place.”

I hesitated, but Naomi pushed me forward. “We’ve already come all this way. We can’t just go back, can we?”

The rag doll had been dressed up meticulously. Two heavy patches of blush stood out on its face. Its brown eyes gave off an eerie glow.

In Wilma’s hand, the doll’s head seemed to move on its own. Amid a wave of cheers, Wilma pushed me into a room.

The moment I stepped inside, I let out a terrified scream. “Why are there two women on this bed?!”