Revenge Wedding: I Choose The Reaper

Chapter 6

Word Count: 613 | Released on: 12/05/2026

Vitiel

it was a sterile display case, metic

cision, erasing all evidence of my existence.

mother's

my mother gave me f

isted I learn to shoot

Dante bough

is bracelet on t

the closet? A de

still sat. They were brown now, brittle as old bon

t the stainless steel. It was a satisfying sound-the clea

uzzed on t

wn Nu

screen. A p

nctive tattoo-a cross on his shoulder blade-clearly visible. He was aslee

Don't worry, I kept him warm for

I saved it. I backed

e novocaine seeping into my veins, freezing the tears before

r beeped. The

the sling from the "accident" at the hospital. He spo

ssing his face before his features reassembled themsel

. "Thank god you're home. I was worri

ll me close, choosing to ignore the luggage as

ood

of antiseptic and... her. Underneath the sterile hospital

fia is... she's unstable. But I can't just abandon a dying woman.

assi

polite word f

me in the eye, his gaze attempting an earnestness t

him. Really

m the fire. I searched for the man who

sn't

Dante's face. A stranger who thought I was stupid eno

y voice eerily calm. "I u

knew you would. You're m

d in to

lips, thinking about where they had bee

ng time ago. This was jus

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“On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes. She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia." Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours. He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity. But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture." I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her. And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm. Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite. He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet. He is wrong. I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door. And I changed the groom. As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears. The Reaper.”