Revenge:My Ex Faked His Death To Be With My Sister

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" A woman's voice shrieked above me as I bumped i

y legs gave out from tiredness as she pushed me beca

p in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I mumbled,

before I call secur

ess and expensive heels was Sophia, my step-sister. I hadn't seen her in two years since my husband

the massive pregnant belly stretching her dress, and the

s Mart

husb

ead h

completely, like she just realized wh

were locked on Marcus's face. He had the same green eyes, the same black hair,

ut as a broken whisper. "H

head back and laughed like I had just told the funniest joke in

! She really thoug

ping tears from his eyes. "But this is better

uldn't breathe. "The accident... the hospital... Dr. Parker s

ot dead. It was all sta

y voice cracking. "What are you

nd over her belly. "You were his wife. No

ly everything clicked. "You're pregn

was actually in his bed the night before he proposed to you. We

own, feeling like I was going to be sick. "That'

loved you for one second, Elena.

do yo

at's all you were good for. A walking bank accoun

spered. "You said you we

" Marcus laughed. "Lost

after you were gone and I couldn't pay up. They took everything from me. They cut my face,

said coldly. "I played a role, and y

er hand on her belly. "Poor poor Elena. R

had been a lie. "I helped you get your job. I trusted you. I loved you as a real siste

f living in your shadow. Perfect Elena with her perfect life and her

I married. "Did any of it mean anything to you? Our wedding day?

id without hesitation. "Every kiss, every promise about our futur

ht there on the street. "You destroyed my life. You let me suf

tains, far from the debtors and the mafia and far from you. We've

arried?" I

, "I think we should leave. Her presence is making the baby uncomfortable." She sai

in the hands of the mafia, all because of them. "I'm going straight to the po

went dark. "N

elling them about the fake death, about Dr. Parker, abo

crazy homeless woman making accusations agai

he money you borrowed from Victor Kozlov, about how

snarled. "You always had

st go," Sophia said, looking

ll believe this homeless

ving mine. "She knows too much. She's

ar, finally seeing the mo

lem now, and I

body and my broken leg that never hea

and saw Marcus behind the wheel of their car, his face cold and determined. In the p

car accelerated toward me,

e windshield, cold and emotionless as he ran down

inking about revenge. About making them pay for what they'd

ond chance, I'll

everything