Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

Chapter 4

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of the neutral zone. I sat in the back of a bulletproof Rolls-Royce parked across fr

of the Moretti family, along with a folded note. My 18th birt

nstructed, my voice steady

nodded and slipped out of the car. The wait was agonizing, but when she

ng into the leather seat. "He looked dangerous, Miss Sera. But he smi

tled in my chest. The D

ide the luxury boutiques. Through the tinted, bulletproof glass, I spotted several Valenti Associates lingering on t

spered behind their gloved hands, their

n. "They're calling you damaged goods, Miss Sera. They're saying Ca

ping her from reaching for the door handle. "L

nly fed the inferno burning in my vei

te was dead quiet. I stood by the window, staring out at the moo

hadow slipped into my room, bringing with him the chill of the night

ossed the room and pinned me against the wall, his large hand resting dangerous

y want to dance with the Devil?" his voice was a low

he abyss of his eyes. "I want to burn our

lored jacket and pulled out a polished 9mm bullet. He pressed

pered, his breath brushing my ear

as silently as he had arrived. I clutched t

e suite door

the room, landing on the open balcony doors. "I heard a man's voice!" she sneered, dropping all pret

turned to face them. "Ruby," I commanded, my

d and struck Jasmine across the face with a resoun

ng forward. "Have you lost your mind? Fo

hurled it to the floor. It shattered into a thousand glitter

ered Ruby, my eyes locked

ttered glass and the trembling maids, I delivered

my tone absolute. "Break the legs of Bridget and the other one, and th

rity in my gaze left no room for argumen

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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.”