The Dead Violet (Last Bride Standing)

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.