Chapter 257: It Wasn’t Olivia
Lennox’s POV
It was past 1 a.m. My brothers, Clark, Dustin, three guards, and I were at the cemetery behind the mansion. Everywhere was quiet, and the air felt heavy. The guards had just finished digging up the grave. The white coffin was now out and placed in front of us.
I swallowed hard, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I gave a slight nod. The guards moved. Slowly, cautiously, they pried open the lid of the coffin. A soft hiss escaped as the seal broke. Then—
"No... fucking way..." Dustin whispered, stumbling a step back.
We all turned to him sharply. "What? What is it?" Louis asked.
Dustin didn’t respond. He just pointed, wide-eyed, into the coffin. "Come look."
Confused and growing uneasy, Levi, Louis, and I stepped forward. The guards lifted their flashlights, angling the beams downward. The light hit the inside of the coffin. And everything inside me froze.
"What the—" Levi gasped.
My mouth went dry. My legs went weak.
"Gods..." I breathed, staring.
The body lying in the coffin was the same. The same dress. The same posture. The same scent. But the head... It wasn’t Olivia’s. It was Rebecca’s. Her severed head had been placed on the body we buried. Her eyes closed. Lifeless.
"What the actual hell is going on?" Louis whispered in disbelief.