Belle was a beautiful girl all her life. Long blond hair that streamed over her shoulders and the bluest eyes you ever saw. Even in grade school, boys wanted to be around her, even when she wanted nothing to do with them.
Her teen years seen her popularity grow. At seventeen, she had already won three local beauty contests and had a dozen wedding proposals; one from a popular movie star. Of course she turned them all down. She wasn’t ready to settle at such a young age. Who is really?
When she was in her twenties, she did, however, fall in love. The entire county was surprised when she began dating Tommy Hardin, a very angry young man who had spent most of his young years behind bars. She could have done so much better with herself. Such a pity!
The courtship was a fast one, Tommy making sure that she didn’t change her mind. The wedding was a quick one, some old guy claiming to be a justice of the peace did the honors of marrying the two. Three kids and a few bruises later and Belle had enough. She tried to leave, but Tommy thought otherwise. When she finally did get away, Tommy was no more.
Nobody thought that pretty Belle was capable of murder, but the facts all pointed to her. She didn’t really try to hide anything really. The bread knife from the cupboard was drove cleanly into his heart, if he indeed even had a heart.
The judge made a decision quickly, agreeing with Belle’s lawyer that it was truly self defense. She walked away cleanly.
Still beautiful but damaged inside from the cruel life Tommy gave her, Belle was back in the spotlight. A dying millionaire couldn’t resist her beauty, and after just a few short dates with Belle, another ring, this one huge compared to the last, adorned her finger. Life with Charles Barring was quite different than the one with Tommy. Being a man in his late eighties, he did nothing with Belle other than stare at her and smile, which made pretty Belle quite bored. Spoiled with everything she could ever imagine, Belle sought lovers outside the marriage. Of course you all know what came next. The horse trainer, a young man in his early twenties fell in love with Belle, and even though their nights in the stable were more than he ever dreamed, Hedley could not bear to think of her lying in bed with that old man. One night, he ended his fears. He and Belle schemed a plan to end the existence of the old man. Adding poison to his nighttime hot toddy, it was over quickly. Hedley had Belle all to himself. Or did he?
The police investigated and found the rest of the poison on a shelf in the stable, Hedley’s fingerprints all over the bottle. The police deemed it a crime of passion and jealousy, and Hedley was sentenced to a life in prison.
This left Belle alone again. Poor Belle, always losing husbands despite her beauty. Her beauty was actually a curse, and at forty years old, and still quite the doll, she was now on her third marriage. This time to the chief of police. Don Carlyle was the investigating officer in the deaths of her first two husbands, and quickly became the third casualty in a long line of suspicious deaths. Of course she got away with this one as well, as nobody could ever blame her for what happened to this guy. A heart attack while making love. Most men would take the chance, even if it meant the same end result.
Nobody bothered to check for anything suspicious, they didn’t even do an autopsy. Nobody managed to realize that his heart medication was replaced with a placebo. Why should they check? Don was a fat, out of shape chain-smoking workaholic who should have retired twenty years ago. He was bound to kick the bucket soon, lucky guy managed to go while having sex with the most beautiful….and deadly woman in town. Wedding Belle.