Kourtney P. O. V

Ever since I moved in my step-sister's house, I found myself drawn to her husband, Matthew. I knew it was wrong to fall for my brother-in-law, but I couldn't help myself.

Who wouldn't be captivated by a man like Matthew, who seemed to have it all? Wealth, intelligence, and, above all, undeniable charm.

Matthew was kind to me, treating me like a younger sister, but I craved more than that. I wanted him to see me as a grown woman. After all, I was at the right age where I could do whatever I pleased.

"Kourtney, I'm heading out for a bit," I heard Matthew say.

"Where are you going?" I was surprised to see him in a suit, looking even more handsome than usual.

"It's our wedding anniversary tonight, so we're celebrating," he replied with a smile.

I forced a smile back, but deep inside, a pang of envy stabbed at my heart. I'd long been envious of Lorelei, for she was the one Mathew loved.

I had tried, countless times, to tempt Matthew, to win his heart, but it was Lorelei he truly desired.

"That's good to hear, Matthew, but wait, I have something for you!" I blurted out, a plan forming in my mind.

I would disrupt their date, shatter their relationship. I didn't care if it hurt Lorelei, we weren't truly sisters.

"What is it?" Matthew asked, intrigued.

I grabbed a shake from the kitchen, a concoction laced with a medicine that would induce hypersexuality.

"I made this shake, and I want you to try it. I want to know if it's good or not," I said, handing it to him.

Matthew was surprised, but he took a sip, "Wow! This is delicious. You're doing great, sweetie."

"Aww! Then finish it," I urged, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

I watched with satisfaction as he drained the shake, the effects of the medicine starting to take hold.

"Wait, I'm getting dizzy," Matthew groaned, clutching his head. He swayed, about to fall, and I caught him, guiding him towards the bedroom.

"It's alright, Matthew. You'll be fine," I said, though my heart hammered in my chest.

Once inside, I began my mission. I sat on top of him, my fingers working to undo his buttons.

"Kourtney, what are you doing?" His voice was weak.

"Matthew, I want to make love with you," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

"No, Kourtney. This is wrong," he protested, trying to push me away. But I silenced him with a kiss, claiming his lips.

I held him, kissing him deeply, until I felt his response, a tremor of desire running through him.

Suddenly, I was naked, Matthew on top of me, his hips thrusting against mine. I felt his length inside me, a sharp, tearing sensation. A delicious pain, a primal ache that made me moan and grip the sheets.

"Faster!" I cried out, my voice ragged with need.

Then, a wave of heat exploded inside me, lifting me to a dizzying peak. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring the moment, a memory forever etched in my mind.

"I love you, Lorelei," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. I stared at him, my heart sinking.

I thought in this moment, in this shared intimacy, he would forget Lorelei. But her name still clung to his lips, a constant reminder of her presence in his heart.

***

"Kourtney, what happened last night?" Matthew asked. He couldn't remember the night before, and the missed anniversary date weighed heavily on him.

I lowered my gaze, pretending ignorance. "I-I don't know. I just found myself beside you."

Matthew's eyes widened, a flicker of realization crossing his face. "No way! Tell me nothing happened between us last night?" His voice was sharp, tinged with anger.

"I'm not sure, but I think we did it," I said, biting my lip, trying to appear innocent.

Matthew jumped out of bed, scrambling to get dressed. "This is crazy! We can't do this, Kourtney. You know I'm married, and I love your sister so much!"

"I know, but she doesn't love you the way I do. Matthew, why don't you just divorce her? Marry me instead. I can give you everything you want," I pleaded.

"Shut up! You're out of your mind. Lorelei would never forgive me if she found out. " Matthew snapped, turning to leave. But I stopped him.

"Matthew, please. Why don't you try to love me? I'm always here for you." I cried, trying to change his mind.

Matthew turned back, his gaze sharp and cold. "Kourtney, I'm making this clear. I don't feel anything for you. I only see you as a sister. And Lorelei is the love of my life," he stated firmly.

Tears streamed down my face as his words pierced my heart. It was excruciating, the pain of unrequited love.

***

Days passed, and I noticed Lorelei hadn't returned home. I had no clue where she was. Matthew avoided me, consumed by his search for her. She had been missing for three days.

But one day, Lorelei suddenly went back home. Mathew and I were both taken aback.

"Lorelei? Where have you been?" Matthew asked, as he tried pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry I didn't inform you guys, I'm taking a vacation alone." she replied, offering a small smile.

My heart pounded as I met Lorelei's gaze. It was chilling, a look that sent shivers down my spine.

"Kourtney, Matthew, I have a surprise for the both of you." Lorelei said, handing me an envelope.

I opened it, and both Matthew and I gasped.

Inside, we found a divorce agreement paper.

Lorelei P. O. V

After Prosecutor Dylan rescued me that night, he rushed me to the hospital. I was immediately wheeled into the operating room, because my stomach wouldn't stop bleeding after stabbed three times.

I slipped into unconsciousness, only to wake up staring at the blinding white ceiling.

I looked around, spotting Dylan talking to a doctor. I couldn't hear them clearly, but their serious expressions were evident.

"Look, she's awake," Dylan said, turning towards me.

He and the doctor approached my bed. I wanted to sit up, but the pain in my stitched-up stomach was unbearable.

"Lorelei, don't move," Dylan said, his voice firm. I remained lying down.

The doctor looked at me. "Miss Lorelei, I'm sorry to tell you this, but the fetus in your womb didn't survive. The length of the knife that stabbed you pierced your uterus," the doctor explained.

His words didn't register at first. But then, seconds later, tears began to stream down my face. The pain was overwhelming. For the third time, I had suffered a miscarriage. This was supposed to be the reason I fought, the reason I clung to hope, but it seemed fate had other plans. I was not meant to be a mother.

As I recalled my husband's betrayal and my stepsister's treachery, a double blow that left me reeling, I felt a crushing despair. I didn't know if I could even rise from this abyss.

After the doctor left, Dylan stayed by my side, watching me cry. "Why is the world so unfair to me? I haven't done anything wrong, yet I'm constantly punished?" I sobbed.

"Because you're a fool. You let people manipulate you," Dylan said, his words surprisingly comforting.

"It's my fault? I didn't want to be manipulated." I snapped, wiping my tears with a tissue.

"I'm not blaming you, but you're a lawyer, you have the skills to read people's actions. Didn't you notice something was wrong?" He asked, with a sarcasm.

"I noticed things, but I trusted my husband. I thought he would never betray me. I can't believe my stepsister was his mistress. I think I'm going crazy," I sighed, trying to calm myself.

"So what are you going to do? Just let them betray you?" Dylan asked, his voice sharp.

I thought for a moment, a new determination hardening my resolve. "I'll divorce him. That's the solution to all of this."

"That's it? You're not going to press charges for adultery? What he did was against the law. You could sue him for damages," Dylan suggested, he wanted to take the case if I needed his help.

"I need to think about it carefully. Besides, I need a long rest. Can you please stop pushing me to make a decision?" I said. I didn't like him dictating my choices.

A silence fell between us. My mind drifted back to the scene I had witnessed, Dylan taking down the criminals one by one. My skin prickled as I looked at him, still unable to believe he had killed for me.

"Dylan, what are you going to do about the people you killed?" I asked. He was sure to be arrested for using violence.

"Killed? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean," he replied, his expression unreadable.

My brow furrowed. "What? I saw everything. You killed those men at the corner."

"I didn't. I sent them to jail," Dylan insisted.

My confusion deepened. I remembered it vividly. He had killed those men, beating them mercilessly, their bodies covered in blood. I wasn't mistaken, I wasn't hallucinating.

"Don't lie to me, Dylan. I know you're hiding something." I locked eyes with him, recalling the crimson hue of his gaze that night.

"Lorelei, you're not just dumb, you're delusional," he blurted.

***

Upon returning home, I surprised Matthew and Kourtney with the document I carried: a divorce agreement.

Shock registered on their faces, especially Matthew's. He knew exactly why I was doing this.

"Lorelei, what's the matter? Why do you want a divorce?" Matthew asked. He reached out to touch me, but I recoiled.

"You cheated on me with my step-sister," I stated. I saw Kourtney's guilty reaction, but there was no remorse in her eyes.

"That's not true! Lorelei, believe me. I didn't intend to cheat. I wasn't in my right mind. Kourtney slipped something into my drink, that's why I missed our anniversary," Matthew explained, his voice pleading.

"I don't care about your excuses, Matthew. No matter what you say, you cheated on me," I dictated. I was certain of it, I had evidence, but I would hold onto it for now. It would be useful in court.

Tears welled up in Matthew's eyes as he desperately tried to convince me. Kourtney stood silently by, watching the unfolding drama.

"This is all your fault!" Matthew accused, pointing at Kourtney.

"Don't blame me, Matthew! You wanted this to happen. Why can't you admit you cheated on her because you chose me?"

"Chose you? I would never choose you, Kourtney. You're a cunning woman. You took advantage of me! I knew it! You wanted to destroy one relationship, but I won't let that happen!"

My anger flared, directed at both of them. "Stop it, both of you! You're both guilty, so stop blaming each other. All I want is for you to leave!" I yelled.

Matthew knelt before me, pleading for forgiveness. But Kourtney, with a chillingly calm voice, added fuel to the fire.

"You can't make me leave, Lorelei. I'm pregnant."

Lorelei P. O. V

I wasn't surprised to find out Kourtney was pregnant, considering what happened between her and my husband. "So what? What do I care if you're pregnant? I'm not obligated to support you or your child!"

While I noticed Matthew looked surprised by Kourtney's revelation, a flicker of something in his eyes.

"Kourtney? Are you really pregnant?" Matthew asked, confirming.

Kourtney pulled out a pregnancy test from her pocket. "Yes, I was going to tell you, but I knew you wouldn't accept it."

I was supposed to tell him that news on our anniversary, but fate had other plans.

"No, I'll accept the child. I want you to give me the baby." Matthew said seriously. Then he turned to me. "Lorelei, please. Give me another chance, I promise to make things right. And since we don't have children yet, we can adopt Kourtney's baby. You want to have a child, right?"

I laughed at his ridiculous idea. "Matthew, I have no intention of raising someone else's child, especially not yours and Kourtney's, conceived through betrayal!" I insisted.

"But Lorelei, I'm willing to give you this child. I'm not ready to raise this alone, I haven't finished college, and I don't have a job yet. I need your help, sis." Kourtney said, crying.

"So why did you do something you knew would ruin your life? You're old enough to know right from wrong, Kourtney." I said angrily. I couldn't understand her, it felt like it was my obligation to help her after she betrayed me.

"I didn't intend to do that, sis. I was just tempted, but I promise, I won't do it again, and I want to make it up to you when I give birth to this child. I'll let you adopt him." She tried to convince me, both of them were so insensitive, they didn't understand the pain I was feeling.

"Are you two even thinking? Do you think it's normal for me to just accept everything and pretend nothing happened? No way! I can't forgive you, and if you don't leave, I will!"

I stormed towards my room to pack my things while Matthew tried to stop me. '

"Lorelei, what do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

"If you want me to forgive you, then never show your face to me again!" I shoved him and continued into the room.

"I won't leave you, Lorelei, no matter what. Nothing can separate us! So please, forgive me. I'm your husband, so you should forgive me!" he pleaded.

His words made my ears ring. "Don't you hear yourself? Matthew, you're the crazy one in this relationship! That's why I told you to stay away from my sister, because I knew something bad would happen, but you didn't listen, and now here are the consequences! And my decision to divorce you is final!"

"I won't allow it! Lorelei, you seem to forget that you became a lawyer because of my family's help. So make the right decision, or you'll regret what you're doing, you might lose your job." Matthew threatened, and I felt a pang of fear because his family held influence.

"How dare you, Matthew! You have no right to stop me from making my own decisions. Don't blackmail me. You're the one who should be held accountable for committing adultery!" I yelled.

I was startled when he suddenly grabbed my arm. "Don't waste your time, Lorelei. My father is the mayor, and do you really think he'll let me go to jail?!"

His action hurt, so I pulled my arm away. "You're no different from your abusive father!"

After I said that, I received a hard slap. I was shocked and touched my stinging cheek.

"Say that again, and you'll regret ever crossing me!"

At that moment, I saw a furious glint in Matthew's eyes, and I never expected he harbored such a dark side. I must have been blind for years, clouded by rose-tinted glasses.

"Matthew, if I had known from the start that you would treat me like this, I wouldn't have married you. That’s my biggest regret!" I dictated, my voice steady despite the fear creeping in.

He merely smirked, "It's too late now, Lorelei. You can't escape me, you belong to me!"

Before I could react, he suddenly grabbed me and dragged me toward the bed, forcing me to comply with his demands.

“Let me go, Matthew!”

I struggled to break free, but he was too strong, pinning me down on the bed. With a swift motion, he tore off my shirt, exposing my chest to the cold air.

"Lorelei, you’re mine, and only death can separate us."

As he leaned in to kiss me, a surge of desperation ignited within me. I grabbed the lamp beside me and swung it at him, the ceramic crashing against his head.

He toppled to the floor, and for an agonizing moment, I held my breath, watching in horror as he lay still, blood pooling on the ground beneath him.

Panic washed over me, and dread gripped my heart. What had I done?

"Matthew..." I tried to wake him, but he didn't move at all.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Kourtney rushed in, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the scene before her.

"Oh my god! Why did you kill him?!" she exclaimed.