Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

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, but it was nothing compared to the co

ined in a lightless basement. They had drugged me, beaten me, and stripped away my dignity. But the true agony was the h

shoulders. At the mouth of the alley, a few Valenti Associates smoked under the st

hem muttered, spitting on the ground.

penthouse. I lay bleeding on the pristine silk sheets of a guest bedroom. Throug

matriarch of the family, hissed. Earlier, I had begged her f

ght! I will have my Vendetta agains

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at. "You want to parade our scandal to the Five Families? You will bury this. You will marry Carissa Marin

il they bled. I waited for Angelo, the man who had p

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struck with the force of a bullet. My heart s

anilla perfume filled the room. Carissa, my

, her eyes gleaming. "My father arranged the kidnapping. Framing Damien Falcone was just... good busine

arissa was faster. She snatched a silver letter opener from the nightstand, forced the cold meta

back and let out a

ear-stained face. He didn't see the agony in my eyes. He crossed the room in two strides and

at, gathering a sobbing Carissa into his ar

on her serpent-head cane. Her cold eyes swept over

eir faces were blank, devoid of any humanit

om the violence. He looked down at me one last

ned hi

loody silver handle of the letter opener. With brutal, mech

o black. But beneath the agony, a fire ignited in the deepest, darkest corner of my s

I will make you all bleed