She agreed to marry a stranger for money and fame. Now he's gone, and she can't remember why.
I wake up to find my husband gone.
Not my real husband. My algorithmic husband—the one I promised to marry on a reality show where strangers get thirty days to fall in love. Where cameras watch everything. Where the prize money could change my life.
Jonas wouldn't just leave. Not without saying goodbye. Not after everything we've shared.
But production says he quit. Says he couldn't handle it anymore. Says I should just finish the show, take my money, and move on.
There's just one problem.
I can't remember the night he disappeared.
I wake up with gaps in my memory. With bruises I don't recognize. With the terrible certainty that something is very, very wrong.
They tell me I was drunk. That I relapsed after two years sober. That Jonas left because I was out of control.
But I don't drink. I would never drink.
Unless I did. Unless everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie.
The villa where we lived is pristine now. The blood is gone. The glass coffee table replaced. The cameras captured everything, but production won't let me see the footage.
And the other contestants? They're too desperate for their own prize money to tell me the truth.
Ten days left. Ten days to figure out what happened to Jonas. Ten days to piece together a night I can't remember.
Ten days to decide if I can live with what I might have done.
Because in reality TV, everyone has blood on their hands.
The question is—whose blood is real?
Till Death is a psychological thriller with plenty of twists and a deeply unsettling ending that will stay with you long after the final page.
Genre: Mystery
I wake up to find my husband gone.
Not my real husband. My algorithmic husband—the one I promised to marry on a reality show where strangers get thirty days to fall in love. Where cameras watch everything. Where the prize money could change my life.
Jonas wouldn't just leave. Not without saying goodbye. Not after everything we've shared.
But production says he quit. Says he couldn't handle it anymore. Says I should just finish the show, take my money, and move on.
There's just one problem.
I can't remember the night he disappeared.
I wake up with gaps in my memory. With bruises I don't recognize. With the terrible certainty that something is very, very wrong.
They tell me I was drunk. That I relapsed after two years sober. That Jonas left because I was out of control.
But I don't drink. I would never drink.
Unless I did. Unless everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie.
The villa where we lived is pristine now. The blood is gone. The glass coffee table replaced. The cameras captured everything, but production won't let me see the footage.
And the other contestants? They're too desperate for their own prize money to tell me the truth.
Ten days left. Ten days to figure out what happened to Jonas. Ten days to piece together a night I can't remember.
Ten days to decide if I can live with what I might have done.
Because in reality TV, everyone has blood on their hands.
The question is—whose blood is real?
Till Death is a psychological thriller with plenty of twists and a deeply unsettling ending that will stay with you long after the final page.
Genre: Mystery
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