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Author: S.K Hart
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A bullet ripped through the decorative planter just inches from Vera’s shoulder. The ceramic shattered, soil bursting into the air as screams echoed through the elegant diner. Glass clinked, chairs scraped, and panic erupted.

Vera froze, eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest.

Another shot cracked—this time slamming into the wall behind them. People ducked, scrambled under tables, or bolted toward exits.

Dimitri moved fast, instinct taking over. He grabbed Leila and pulled her close to his side, shielding her with his body as two of his guards stepped in front, forming a protective barrier.

“Down!” one of the guards barked, yanking open the nearby elevator as bullets ricocheted off metal and marble. Dimitri scanned the upper balcony—his hand already pulling the gun from the holster beneath his jacket. His jaw tightened. The attack wasn’t coming from one direction. Multiple shooters.

They weren’t trying to scare them, they wanted to kill them.

“Get them inside. Now,” he ordered,
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  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    23

    Adrian tapped it, and the screen filled with shaky, frantic footage—captured on a civilian’s phone. Gunfire. Screams. People running for their lives. Adrian stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “The shooting is already in the news,” he said grimly, glancing up with urgency in his eyes. “And from the looks of it… this wasn’t random. It screams mafia involvement. I’m sure you—”“I know Roman will find out,” Vera cut in, her voice quiet but firm. “I know.”She turned to face him, slowly exhaling. Her mind was spinning, but her tone remained steady—unshakable.“But I’m not leaving until I know he’s going to live.”Adrian stepped closer, lowering his voice, his expression deadly serious. “Whatever or whoever Dimitri Malenkov really is… they will come for him again. And when they do, they won’t care who gets caught in the crossfire.”He paused, letting the words sink in.“We’re not exactly free of enemies either, Vera. If they find out Roman Benedetti’s wife is hiding here? They won’t he

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    22

    The vehicle screeched to a halt outside the secluded farmhouse. Vera exhaled sharply, relief flooding her as she saw Adrian already waiting at the front steps, phone still in hand. Thank God, she thought. He made it before us.Without wasting a second, she jumped out of the car and rushed around to the other side just as the driver opened the door. Dimitri groaned, his face pale and drenched in sweat, barely conscious. Vera slid her arm under his, trying to support him.Adrian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight—blood soaked through Dimitri’s suit, his steps faltering, breath shallow. Shock froze him for a beat, then instinct kicked in. He reached out, grabbing Vera’s arm and yanking her back protectively.“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, alarm rising in his voice.Vera turned to him, her expression fierce, unwavering. “Not now, brother. I can’t let him die under my watch.”She gently pulled her arms free from his grip, determination flashing in her eyes. Adrian, still ove

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    21

    A bullet ripped through the decorative planter just inches from Vera’s shoulder. The ceramic shattered, soil bursting into the air as screams echoed through the elegant diner. Glass clinked, chairs scraped, and panic erupted. Vera froze, eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest. Another shot cracked—this time slamming into the wall behind them. People ducked, scrambled under tables, or bolted toward exits. Dimitri moved fast, instinct taking over. He grabbed Leila and pulled her close to his side, shielding her with his body as two of his guards stepped in front, forming a protective barrier. “Down!” one of the guards barked, yanking open the nearby elevator as bullets ricocheted off metal and marble. Dimitri scanned the upper balcony—his hand already pulling the gun from the holster beneath his jacket. His jaw tightened. The attack wasn’t coming from one direction. Multiple shooters. They weren’t trying to scare them, they wanted to kill them. “Get them inside. Now,” he ordered,

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    20

    Vera and Leila sat across from each other in a sleek, upscale diner perched on the top floor of the city’s busiest luxury mall. The place had a quiet, refined ambiance—soft jazz playing in the background, polished marble floors, crystal-clear windows offering a stunning city view, and sharply dressed patrons speaking in low, elegant tones.Vera leaned in a little and glanced around, her brows lifting as she lowered her voice. “Look at us,” she whispered with a small, awkward chuckle. “We walked in here like we were just stopping by for coffee on a lazy Sunday.”Leila looked down at her casual jeans and loose blouse, then met Vera’s eyes with an amused smile. “I know… I thought it would be a cozy little place. Not this... fashion runway disguised as a restaurant.”Vera adjusted the sleeves of her light sweater self-consciously. “Everyone here looks like they just stepped out of a business magazine. I mean, we didn’t even try—no heels, no makeup, nothing.”“We look like two interns who

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    19

    Vera settled into Leila’s room, her eyes drifting across the familiar walls, old photo frames, and the cozy mess that hadn’t changed much over the years. The scent in the air—part lavender, part something uniquely Leila—wrapped around her like a forgotten blanket.A small smile tugged at her lips. This place used to be her escape—her safe haven when the world outside got too loud, too harsh.“I missed this,” she said quietly, almost to herself.Just then, the door creaked open, and Leila walked in, balancing two mugs of hot chocolate. Vera blinked in surprise.“Hot chocolate?” she asked with a small laugh. “You still make it the same way?”Leila grinned and handed her a mug. “Of course. Marshmallows and all.” She sat down beside her. “I wanted it to feel like the old days... like nothing’s changed between us.”Vera’s heart softened. She took a sip, the familiar taste instantly taking her back to their teenage years—late-night talks, silly arguments, and shared secrets under the blanke

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    18

    The funeral was over, but the weight of it remained. Vera sat alone on the edge of the garden wall outside the house. Her body was there, but her mind was still in that hospital room—still hearing her grandmother’s voice… Not Marco’s blood... brought by our daughter...The questions in her head wouldn’t stop.Who was she?Where did she come from?Why wouldn’t anyone tell her?A sudden movement beside her caught her attention. She turned her head just slightly and saw her brother, Adrian, walking toward her. He had taken off his blazer and carried two paper cups of coffee. The sight of him—rumpled shirt sleeves, slightly loosened tie, tired but warm expression—brought a small flicker of comfort to her chest.He handed her one of the cups without saying anything and sat down beside her. “Still hate coffee?” he asked lightly.Vera managed the smallest smile. “Still drink it when I don’t know what else to do.” Adrian leaned back, his eyes on the sky. “Yeah. Same.”They sat in silence for

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