The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

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than my new husband had anticipated. My metabolism, conditioned by year

rbon clashed with the cloying, sweet perfume of another woman. Then came the sounds-the w

ld black marble and gilded accents. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon bleed of Chicago's skyline illuminated th

lay pooled around me like a discarded corpse. This was Julian's grand design-a calculated,

sheep. He had no idea he had

hed her back and caught sight of me in the shadows. Instead of

She ran a hand down Julian's sweat-slicked chest. "You'll have to get use

er to look back at me,

of my dress. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I simply brushed a stray lock of hai

e paid for better actors," I said, my voice echo

urned his head, his dark e

over them with absolute disgust. "A

unadulterated rage. He shoved Dahlia aside and stepped off the bed. Naked, heavily mus

fists clenching. "I'm going to tea

g me to cower. He raised his han

ed until he was exactly

The impact sounded like a cracking whip. Julian's leg instantly gave out, his nervous system short-circuitin

ed to his knees, clutching his chest, his face turni

l that muscle and you can't even protect your own vitals,"

eyes wide with terror. I looked her up and down, le

lethal boredom. "I don't take sloppy seconds, es

crimson with humiliated fury. "You bitch!" she shrieked, sc

she closed in, I simply shifted my weight, caught her outstretched wrist,

rd onto the unforgiving black marble floor. She curled into a b

t me, the arrogance in his eyes replaced by a burning, venomous hatred. He r

lian wheezed, spitting the words through gritt