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Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 552    |    Released on: Today at 10:30

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hands flying

and the steady, unbroken rhythm of my heart. I was standing in my suite at the Marino Estate on Long I

rned from

sleek black cars bearing the Valenti crest parked in the courtyard. Angelo Val

d to be. Instead, I slipped out of my room and stood in the shadow

h false nobility. "It is Carissa who holds my heart, Sophia. The original contract between our families never spe

with feigned distress. "This is highly irregular. B

his own selfish desires or some twisted foresight, completely unaware that I knew every filthy secret he

my footsteps silent. "Then you shoul

pitying smile, stepping forward for a fake embrace. "Sera, darling... you were

nk. "A dream I am happy to wake up from. If Angelo

al tears he clearly expected. "Don't play games, Sera. I know thi

rimming with practiced tears. "Sera! Please, I would never figh

augh that cut through her pa

arrogant face. "If you want her, take her. Why must you brand me

gelo's smug superiority faltered, replaced by a flicker of genuine uncertainty.

venomous attack, the sharp, rhythmic clack of

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Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil
Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil
“I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost. When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust. His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa. When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight. "My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together." Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion. The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids. "Clean this up." They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest. I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy." As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta. When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown. I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday. This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.”