“Leah.” Zion’s voice was steady and firm. “Listen to me carefully. Go back to your room right now, wash your hands, and lie down in bed. Do you understand?” 

“But…” 

“I’ll take care of everything. Just do as I say.” 

“Okay…” 

Leah, trembling uncontrollably, left the room. 

Zion stood alone, holding the bloodied candlestick she had dropped. A sly smile curled at the corners of his lips. 

“Twice dead, Adele.” 

He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze fixed on Adele’s lifeless body. 

Leah hadn’t killed Adele. 

She was already dead. 

Earlier, after entering the room with Adele, Zion had undressed her. Adele had been thrilled, her excitement evident, eagerly anticipating the night. 

But for Zion, touching her was pure torment. 

He desired no other woman’s body but Leah’s. 

To him, the body of any other woman was meaningless, mere flesh without value. 

Despite his reluctance, Zion had played along, giving Adele the attention she craved. She, overcome with desire, had eagerly opened herself to him. 

But when he wrapped his hands around her neck, her excitement turned into a deadly ecstasy. 

Adele didn’t last long. 

Even as he strangled her, her body trembled and convulsed, appearing to reach a final, twisted climax. 

Adele’s saliva had gotten on Zion’s hand, prompting him to go into the bathroom to wash it off. It was during this brief moment that Leah entered the room and brutally smashed Adele’s already lifeless head into its present mangled state. 

This was a good thing. 

It proved Leah cared for him enough to kill Adele. 

It was evidence of Leah’s possessiveness. 

It wasn’t just his desire to claim Leah—she, too, harbored a need to possess him. 

Realizing this brought Zion an odd sense of relief. 

“As expected, you truly are my sister.” 

With a calm, deliberate air, Zion wrapped Adele’s corpse in the bloodstained bedsheet. 

He hoisted the body over his shoulder and left the bedroom. 

His destination was in the basement of the mansion. 

Yes, the mansion had a basement—and Adele would become its first occupant. 

Grabbing a shovel, Zion dug into the earth and threw Adele’s body into the shallow grave. 

Returning to the bedroom, he gathered her bag, clothes, and the bloodstained sheet and pillow. He carried them all down to the basement and buried them alongside the body. 

When the task was done, Zion returned to the bedroom, meticulously cleaning away any trace of blood. Then, he entered the bathroom to wash the dirt off his body. 

*** 

“Leah.” 

When Zion entered her room, Leah, still trembling uncontrollably, looked up at him, her tear-streaked face filled with despair. 

“Brother…” 

“I’ve taken care of everything.” 

“H-how did you do it?” 

“I buried her in the basement.” 

“The basement…” 

Now, Leah and Zion shared the secret of the basement. 

“Brother… I killed someone…” 

“It’s okay. No one will know.” 

“But… what if Adele’s family comes looking for her?” 

“Just say she left. No one saw anything. No one will suspect you.” 

“But…” 

Zion gently touched Leah’s trembling shoulders. 

“My poor Leah. Why did you kill Adele?” 

“I… I was scared… if you married Adele…” 

“You were afraid I’d abandon you?” 

Leah nodded silently. 

“How could I ever abandon you? You’re my only sister.” 

“I know, but…” 

“You were frightened, weren’t you, Leah?” 

Zion’s eyes fell on the traces of blood still staining Leah’s trembling hands. 

“You haven’t washed yet?” 

“No…” 

“Then let me help you.” 

Zion gently lifted Leah into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, placing her in the already-filled bathtub. 

Leah, still wearing her nightgown, shivered as she sat in the water. Noticing her trembling, Zion stepped into the tub with her. 

The water overflowed with a loud splash. 

“I’ll wash you. Once you’re clean, you’ll feel better.” 

“Okay…”

As Zion’s hands carefully removed her soaked clothes and caressed her bare skin, a sense of relief began to wash over her. 

The fear and anxiety that had consumed her began to dissipate under his soothing touch. For a moment she even forgot the horror of what she had done. Leah closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax. 

“Let’s wash everything away, Leah,” Zion said gently. “Then you’ll feel better.”

He was right. 

Once everything was washed away, she would feel better. After a good night’s sleep, the nightmare of this night would fade like a fleeting dream. 

“Mm-hmm.” 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm…”

As Zion’s hands moved gently to wash her neck, then her chest and sides, and slowly trailed downward, Leah’s body instinctively squirmed in the tub. 

“Turn around, Leah. I’ll wash your back too.” 

“Okay…” 

Leah obediently turned, gripping the edge of the tub as she repositioned herself. 

The water rippled and splashed against her face as she shifted. 

Splash, splash.

Zion poured water over her back, letting it cascade down her skin. 

“Mm… Mm…” 

Leah’s hands trembled slightly as they clung to the edge of the tub. 

The reason became clear as Zion pressed himself against her from behind. 

Her wet, slippery skin slid against his, and she could feel his *rousal pressing firmly between the cleft of her parted hips. 

“Brother… Brother…” 

“I want to. May I?” 

His whisper sent a shiver through Leah, and she nodded silently. 

In this moment, she wanted it more than anything. 

She remembered the cries Adele had made earlier—the cries that should have been hers. 

Because this man was hers. 

No one else could have him. 

If anyone dared to take him away, she would kill them without hesitation. 

Even if it meant becoming a demon, she would destroy anyone who tried to steal him from her. 

“Haaah! Ah! Ahhh!” 

Leah’s body moved in rhythm with the rippling water, her cries echoing loudly. 

Each deep thrust from behind sent her voice soaring, filling the room with her cries of passion. 

She wanted the whole world to hear. 

She wanted everyone to know that her brother belonged to her and her alone. 

“Ahhh! Ahhhh!” 

“My Leah. I am yours forever.”

Those words sent a surge of overwhelming ecstasy through Leah’s entire being. 

He was hers, forever and always. 

Not even death could tear them apart.