Waiting For My Killers At Styx
Language: en
For five years, I lived my life suffocating beneath the weight of a cruel, whispered moniker: The Jinxed Prince. The origin of that title was inextricably tied to my birthday. My fiancée, Corinne, died on my birthday. Exactly one year later, my best friend, Wesley, also died on my birthday. When they were alive, they loved to tease me, calling me their "Prince" because of my charmed, wealthy upbringing. So, when they were gone, the country club gossips and society columns all whispered the same thing: The Prince cursed the people he loved most to death. I lost count of the nights I lay…