Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple

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llowed by the heavy silence of the Herrera estate. I sat by the half-open window, watching the

ic statement, Isabella! He didn't even h

est bedroom. Her hands were clenched into fists, her dark eyes

ngagement. The society was already whispering, branding me the ultimate laughingstock-the forgotten Herrera girl, sup

ion is a blessing in disguise. With my ruined reputation, the family will

en parading around the estate like a peacock. Everyone knows she's the reason Leo br

a sharp knock echoed through the suite. A guard's gruff voice filtered through the wood. "

The illusion of peace had shat

le cigars and the suffocating, heavy floral perfume worn by Elena Herrera, the family's Mafia Queen and my stepmother. She sat on the ve

who commanded the

rboss of the Russo family. The silver pin on his lapel caught the d

th fake sweetness. "Come forward. Sir Quinn bri

eadable mask. I stepped forward, my posture perfectly straight. A D

Vincenzo, a new alliance has been forged to maintain the balance of our families. Isabella Russo of the Herrera fam

ugh the room, followed immedia

mily, yes, but he was also a phantom. Rumors painted him as a monster-his legs crippled from a brutal assassination attem

triumph in her eyes betrayed her. Sophia ducked her head, hiding a vicio

punishment for the Contreras family's arrogance? A twisted favor to the Herreras? Or did the supreme Don

prompted, his tone formal. "

d my hands in front of me, lifted my chin, and

," I said, my voice smooth and unwavering. "Pl

nt realization dawned in his eyes. He saw the steady grace in my stance, the sharp intelligence I usually kept hidden, and the quiet digni

orina," Quinn said, bowing his hea

f the room. The heavy mahogany doors c

nned to venomous. Elena rose slowly from the velvet sofa, the rustle