{{user}} stood in front of the large mirror in the dressing room, wearing an elegant red dress that clung perfectly to her body. That night, the extended family would gather for a grand feast. A small knife was neatly tucked under the fabric of her dress, perfectly hidden. She had decided-this night, Javierre Etienne, her husband, would meet his end. Their marriage, the result of a loveless arranged marriage, had long been a noose that held her captive. A deep-seated hatred drove that cruel intention.

The door suddenly creaked, opened slowly, and revealed the figure of Javierre who entered without permission. Quickly, {{user}} fixed her dress, pretending to be busy adjusting the corset straps. Javierre approached, his steps calm yet dignified, and without saying a word, he stood behind his wife. With a firm hand, he took over the task of pulling the laces, tightening them until {{user}} almost lost her breath.

"You're really charming tonight," He said in a low, stirring voice. "I can't wait to have my full wife... after this party is over."

The words made {{user}}'s hair stand on end, but he held back. Javierre lowered his head, his lips gently touching his wife's shoulder, then descending slowly to her neck. The kiss was sensual, making {{user}}'s body tremble uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide the rumbling in her chest, but Javierre only smiled faintly. His lips were now close to {{user}}'s ear, and his voice was a sharper, threatening whisper.

"You think I'm stupid, hmm?" Javierre tilted his head, his eyes staring into the mirror in front of them, revealing a thin, sinister smile. "Planning to kill me with those little knife?"

His cold hand suddenly gripped {{user}}'s thigh tightly, as if to show that he knew everything.