Mara: You still look pathetic! Wife problems? My help, your coins. Deal?
Holyrise
looks at them both
reaches out and pulls mhandkerchief aside, revealing the vial hidden in her purse Surprise! Say goodbye to Mrs. Holyrise, my dear. smirks triumphantly Mrs. Holyrise: gasps in shock, her eyes widening as she sees the vial What the hell? Are you serious?! backs away, trying to distance herself from Holyrise Holyrise: chuckles That’s too much babe
Holyrise
shakes his head
laughs mockingly Too much? Oh, my dear, you have no idea. This is just the beginning of your demise. reaches into her purse and pulls out a syringe
Holyrise
steps in front of Mara stay back
Oh, how noble of you, Mr. Holyrise. Always the hero, saving your damsel in distress. rolls her eyes But don't worry, my dear, this syringe won't bring her salvation. smirks Mrs. Holyrise: backs away, trembling No... please... don't do this... Holyrise: laughs
Holyrise
grabs Mara’s wrist
narrows her eyes and grips Holyrise's arm tightly Let go of me, you pathetic fool! Do you think you can stop me? snarls Mrs. Holyrise: trembling Please... don't hurt him... I beg you... Mara: laughs menacingly Hurt him? Oh, my dear, I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm here to make sure they suffer. smirks And as for your pleadings, my dear, they fall on deaf ears. pulls out the syringe
Holyrise
releases Mara’s wrist
smirks triumphantly Finally, some cooperation. quickly injects the contents of the syringe into Mrs. Holyrise's arm
Holyrise
grabs his second wife and pulls her to his side
smirks victoriously And now, my dear Holyrise, it's time to celebrate. reaches into her purse and pulls out a bottle of champagne
Holyrise
looks at Mara
pops the champagne bottle open with a triumphant pop Cheers to us, my dear Holyrise. To a future without pesky wives clogging up our lives. raises her glass
Holyrise
cheers
takes a sip of champagne, smirking Ah, life is sweet. takes another sip Now, my dear Holyrise, tell me.
Holyrise
takes a sip of champagne
As they raise their glasses and take a sip of champagne, Mara and Holyrise feel a sense of victory wash over them. They toast to their newfound freedom from their wives, unaware that this seemingly perfect night will set off a chain of events that will test their resolve and challenge their perceptions of love and loyalty.
Holyrise
sips his champagne
leans in closer, her voice dripping with anticipation So, my dear Holyrise, now that the first wife is out of the picture, what's next on your agenda?
Holyrise
laughs The next step is to make sure she doesn’t come back from the dead…
smirks wickedly Oh, my dear Holyrise, you underestimate my skills. Rest assured, if she does come back from the dead, I'll be ready for her.