The Dead Violet

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

When my ex-best friend left Club Violet and married the billionaire sugar daddy I’d fumbled, something in me snapped.

She was living the life I was supposed to have.

So when Last Bride Standing came calling for new contestants, I didn’t see a dating show. I saw an opportunity to outdo her in every possible way. Not just to find a rich husband, but to claim someone even better. More powerful. Untouchable.

I showed up ready to seduce Caesar, outshine the other women, and claim my rightful title as a billionaire’s wife.

But no one warned me that this was no ordinary show.

It was a deadly spectacle broadcasted on the dark web—where the world watched us bleed, betray, and break for the amusement of faceless viewers with a thirst for carnage.

Where the only way out was to be the last one alive.

Now, survival mattered more than seduction, and I’d do whatever it took to win Caesar’s favor.

Even if I had to spill blood to take the crown.

Even if I became the villain in my own story.

Because I didn’t come here to play fair; and I didn’t come to die.

I came to win.

Even if it means leaving a trail of wilted violets behind me.