I Married the Devil to Kill My Own Family

She glanced at the thugs on the ground and slipped into the back seat without a second thought.The moment the car door shut, Alexander's eyes flicked to the trailing black sedan in the rear - view mirror. His brows arched slightly, a cold curl to his lips, and something dark lurking in his eyes."The prey's in the net."In the penthouse duplex in Manhattan.Vivienne wore the loose white shirt a servant had brought, her bare feet sinking into the woolen carpet.The hot milk in her hands steamed, yet a chill seeped through her.On the sofa, Alexander removed his gold - rimmed glasses and casually undid two shirt buttons.He sat there, whiskey in hand. Like he owned the room. His eyes swept over her exposed legs, unapologetic."Ding—"The private elevator door slid open.Vivienne's uncle burst into the living room with two family lawyers in tow."You ungrateful little bitch!" Her uncle jabbed a finger at her."Your father left a mess, and you're hiding in a man's place? Sign the inherit

The motorcade pulled away from Fifth Avenue.Noonday sunlight sliced off behind the car's rear.The ventilation and circulation system in the backseat hummed.Vivienne leaned against the seat back.Her thumb pressed on the emblem at the bottom - right corner of the top - secret document.The paper was rough, with interlaced lines forming a circle of coiled thorns.She ran her fingertip along the raised printed lines.“What does this emblem represent?”Vivienne held up the document.Alexander took off his gold - rimmed glasses, reached into his suit's inner pocket, and pulled out a jet - black silk handkerchief.He wrapped the handkerchief around the lenses, pinched the edges with his thumb and index finger, and wiped in circles.“It's the power rule that can make your uncle disappear.”The motorcade plunged into the Lower Manhattan Tunnel.The concrete dome blocked all natural light sources. Rows of illuminating lights passed over the windshield, creating rapidly - moving light and sh

The night on Fifth Avenue was shattered by the deafening roar of engines. Exhaust pipes spat out visible heat waves. Twelve armored black Scavenger vehicles took over all the main lanes. The anti - collision beams reflected the cold light of street lamps. The convoy was tight, with less than half a meter between each vehicle, and no brake lights were on.A 300 - meter - high glass skyscraper stood at the street's end. The glass façade reflected the speeding convoy. The driver of the lead vehicle grabbed the wheel and yanked it left. The off - road tires locked. The car skidded sideways. Rubber burned, and the smell filled the car. All twelve vehicles made a ninety - degree cross - stop. Their doors opened, forming a black steel wall, blocking the building's entrance.Vivienne pushed the bullet - proof door open. Her heels clicked on the marble. Alexander's arm circled her waist, and they walked into the building. The high - security metal detector flashed red. Before the alarm sounded

The rain hammered the metal like a machine gun.Twelve black Scavenger armored vehicles tore into No. 7 abandoned dock, tires screaming as they skidded across flooded concrete. One after another, they snapped into formation, sealing the exit with reinforced collision beams. No retreat. No escape.Searchlights ignited.Cold white beams sliced through the rain, cutting the dock into sharp geometric fragments of light and shadow.The bulletproof doors opened.Alexander stepped out first.Water exploded under his shoes. In his right hand, a Desert Eagle carved from pure steel. His left hand closed around Vivienne’s fingers—firm, controlled—and pulled her into his side.hey moved forward together.Through rust. Through water. Through silence.Only the rain followed them.Then the loudspeaker above flickered red.A distorted voice, layered through encryption filters, cracked through the storm.“Welcome to your nightmare.”Flashlights snapped upward.Dozens of guards advanced with tactical r

Inside the lead vehicle's cabin, blood and gunpowder scents mixed. Alexander bit a medical bandage end. The bandage dug in. Muscles bulged. Not a sound. He glanced at Vivienne. She sat there, her black gown in ruins. Mud and blood soaked the hem. She twirled a dirty, bloody white feather between her fingers, idly, like a dancer with a weapon — a symbol of her deadly grace. Then she wiped blood from her cheek with a silk handkerchief. “Assistant, report,” Alexander rasped. The assistant tapped his tactical terminal. Screen light lit his face. “Sir, ‘Black Shield’ mercs from the Presbyterian Council took the perimeter. They dropped a ten - centimeter titanium door up ahead. The building's a cross - fire zone. An assault would mean over ninety percent losses.” Vivienne laughed. She snapped the white feather and tossed it onto the bullet - strewn floor. “Ninety percent?” She looked up. “Arthur's warning? Just a lousy mind - game. He thinks he can scare us off?” She met Alexander's