Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

Chapter 3

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d into the Grand Salon. Her cold, calculating eyes swept over the room, the black rosary beads

factured grief. "Mamma, you must speak to her. Seraphina is throwing

ize to Angelo and your sister at once. Since the Valenti match is broke

hand with a sickeningly sweet smile. "S

ca. "Angelo wants Carissa, and Carissa wants to be the Underboss's wife

y... Who knows what you've been doing behind closed doors to act so brazenly? Perhaps

you questioning Grandmother's strict upbringing, Aunt Sop

ped shut, her face

my eighteenth birthday gala tomorrow, I will choose my own husband. Any

her cane. "Madness! I will not allow

ly, her eyes gleaming with greed. "He has a few bad habits, but his bl

g addict. They wanted to lock me

e to marry a useless addict, you spit directly in the face of my uncle, Christian Gallo, and the entire Moretti family." I let the silence stretch, watch

d the true rulers of New York far more than she hated me. H

ning with venom. "Have your circus. An

I turned my back on them and walked

, a thin girl named Ruby was scrubbing the floorboards. Near my van

e silence. "Wash up and change into somethi

eraphina? You're taking a third-rate scrubber out inst

strides. The smirk vanished from Jasmine

voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Your only job is to shut your mouth

sheer violence in my eyes made her tremble.

iolent memory flashed in my mind-Ruby's pale, lifeless face sinking beneath th

his t

gears of my Vendetta already turnin

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“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.”