I Married the Murderer's Brother

ding happen

before the priest, and he pres

red at me, his eyes stormy

hat he t

m jealous, to punish him for caring ab

regret it, to come c

path

y, I was led to t

pared for me and Carlos, but

n and stopped in the

nt?" he asked,

pay for my death in my past l

through his eyes.

anything. "The moment I died, I retu

went s

ly, as if weighing th

lieve me?"

swer came with

trembled

y absurd, yet he bel

rch," he paused, "Carlos

es

the armrest of his wheelchair

ra radiated from him

stand,"

motion erupted o

and slurred with drink. "Open t

arrying a cripple will make me see you differently? I'm telling you, it won't

d to th

me, waiting fo

l smile and pulle

g bull but stumbled clumsily w

, his handsome face

he said, a spark of hope in his eyes

hed to

ack, avoidi

ch your words and your place.

s the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "

l glance at Vincent

pressionless, as if the in

jealous. Fine, I'll admit it. You've succeeded." He softened his tone, trying to charm me with h

tfelt act and felt

fed me sweet word

ed not a single t

this isn't a game. The moment I ch

laring again. "You're mine, Aria

nged

and dodged t

m behind me, firmly gr

s Vin

eelchair behind me

he taller Carlos, his presence c

gly strong, and Carl

ut his boasted strength was nothing

ent's voice was

rlos stumbled back several s

his eyes filled with s

s despised, disabled brother

the door. "Vincent, Aria, you'll both regr

fell quie

hand, which had grabbed C

kay?" I as

the blanket. "It's just been a whil

ront of him.

all reflection visible

arried,"