Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

Chapter 5

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her, Francesca Marino, who sat at the head of the room, her gnarled hands resting heavily on her ivory-headed can

dry eyes with a lace handkerchief. "Punishing innocent maids

tirely bored. "Since when do y

. "Jasmine heard a man's voice in you

assive room like a blade. "Or are you just spreading baseless rumors to

Beside her, Carissa shrank back into the velve

ontrol her spies is threatening this family's reputation. If you

t the blood on my hands; she only cared about the optics. Finally, she

etence is showing. Clean it up and shut their mo

ion, bowing her head. The pur

rpets stretched across the manicured lawns, champagne towers gleamed under the afternoon sun, and a jazz band played softly in the backgr

e marble dais, watchi

udly, clearly prompted by my aunt. "

ss nephew, Marco Conti, hovering nearby, ready to pounce on my fortune. "A Marino's

rward. He looked every bit the arrogant prince o

one dripping with fake pity. "This tantrum won't c

d past him, climbed the steps of the marble dais, and grabbed the microphone from

ystal clear over the silent garden. "Any man who w

e Angelo shook his h

cond, he must be a true uomo d'onore (man of honor), with no stain of betrayal in his blood

humiliated the Valenti heir and set an impossible standard.

garden, spreading through the crowd like a drop of blood in water. The

through the parted sea

no amount of expensive tailoring could hide the lethal, predatory grace of th

e and locked instantly with Angelo's. The silent, violent challenge hanging i

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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.”