Anything she had ever seen on the news regarding Devante had to do with a scandal-what drug he did, whose party he crashed, what girl he slept with. H... was the epitome of everything she hated in a guy, and he was going to be her future husband. Why, she was still not sure. But she knew she was not looking forward to finding out the reasoning behind this madness. She knew that for having to be required to marry him-something had to be awfully wrong. He was filthy rich and impossibly good. " Yes, Ma'am," he whispered with obvious nervousness.Carrie giggled to herself as she closed the door to the master bathroom. She slipped out of her pumps and hung her cocktail dress in the walk in closet, dropped her matching bra and panties in the laundry hamper, and stood naked before the sink as she removed her makeup.After relieving herself, she opened a drawer and chose a sheer lace burgundy negligee robe with matching panties. She emerged into the dark bedroom, and sliding under the. The legs were still kicking on the platform as the head finally came to rest. Mary couldn’t help herself, and threw up. The girl had no begged for forgiveness, not begged for mercy. It was as if she knew it would all be a futile waste of time. She had not even tried to turn her head as the sword had made its final journey towards her vunerable neck, and sliced her head free of her body.Mary was dragged back to her cell, her wrists freed, only to be tied in the air again, as the two men hoisted. ”Come in,” I heard over the intercom.I entered the lavishly decorated home and closed the door. I hesitated a moment before walking into the large living room and stopped suddenly, stunned at the sight before me. Rachael and Andrea stood together, hands on hips and big smiles on their beautiful faces.Holy shit!The two women were dressed in lingerie. Rachael’s long red hair cascaded over her shoulders and across the massive cleavage being contained by the silky red brassiere. Her curvy hips and.