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Death Skips No Vow

The jungle swallowed the resort in three seconds flat — a rope bridge snapped, a generator exploded, and four of your wedding party were gone before the smoke cleared. Now you are standing in the wreckage of your own honeymoon, married to a man you signed a contract with six weeks ago, surrounded by strangers who are dying in a sequence that cannot be coincidence. The radio crackles once, then dies. Your contract husband turns to you with blood on his collar and a look that is not grief — it is calculation.