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Vera stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open as soft morning light spilled through the curtains. For a moment, she felt disoriented—her body sore, her mind foggy. Her palm instinctively touched the now-cold side of the bed. He was gone, always had.

A quiet breath left her lips, and she sat up slowly, her legs heavy as she swung them over the edge of the bed. The room still carried the heat of last night—his scent, his touch, his voice. She pressed her knees together, as if trying to erase the feel of him.

Dragging herself up, Vera walked across the room, wrapped a shawl around her, and stepped into the bathroom.

The moment the cold light flicked on and she met her own reflection, her breath caught. Her hair was tousled, lips a little swollen, faint red marks blooming along her neck and waist—remnants of Roman’s hands, his mouth. Her fingers reached to her collarbone, tracing the bruise he’d left there, and it all came flooding back.

"Kiss me."

"Do it." His hands on her waist, his
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  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    34

    Vera stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering open as soft morning light spilled through the curtains. For a moment, she felt disoriented—her body sore, her mind foggy. Her palm instinctively touched the now-cold side of the bed. He was gone, always had.A quiet breath left her lips, and she sat up slowly, her legs heavy as she swung them over the edge of the bed. The room still carried the heat of last night—his scent, his touch, his voice. She pressed her knees together, as if trying to erase the feel of him. Dragging herself up, Vera walked across the room, wrapped a shawl around her, and stepped into the bathroom.The moment the cold light flicked on and she met her own reflection, her breath caught. Her hair was tousled, lips a little swollen, faint red marks blooming along her neck and waist—remnants of Roman’s hands, his mouth. Her fingers reached to her collarbone, tracing the bruise he’d left there, and it all came flooding back."Kiss me.""Do it." His hands on her waist, his

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    33

    He leaned in, almost against his will. “Please… don’t hurt,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep and fear. “Didn’t do anything…” Roman’s heart twisted. She shifted slightly, as if recoiling from something invisible, her hand tightening around the edge of the blanket like it was her only protection. He stood there—frozen. This was the woman he had come to break up tonight. To hurt with cruel words and cold eyes. But she was already broken. Surprisingly he was not the cause of her nightmares or maybe. His fists curled at his sides, useless now. She looked so small. Not like the girl who had kissed him back, not like the one who trembled under his touch—but like a child lost in a war that wasn’t hers. And suddenly, he hated himself more than he ever could’ve hated her. He swallowed, chest rising and falling in a silent battle. The fire was still there—but it burned inward now, swallowing the rage and leaving only the guilt behind. He didn’t say a word. Didn’t wake her. He just

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    32

    Roman sat in the dark, elbows resting on the armrest, eyes looking at the ceiling, and lost in his thoughts as the silence around him stretched. But it wasn’t silence, not really—not with the chaos in his chest, not with the memory clawing its way back from the depths he thought he’d buried it in. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her. Not really. Italy. Florence. Almost a year before the wedding, and before his dad's murder, he had been sent there by his grandfather—some bullshit investment in a vineyard on the outskirts of town. He didn’t care about wine. He didn’t care about Tuscany’s sunset views or the smell of fresh bread in the air. He just wanted to get in, get out, and disappear back into the cold shadows he called home. But that day… That goddamn day, something stopped him. He had been walking alone through one of the cobblestone streets near Ponte Vecchio, hands in his coat pockets, eyes low, thoughts elsewhere—until he caught a flicker of movement through a fogged gl

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    31

    Roman’s hands moved with slow precision, removing the last layers of fabric from her body. There was something deliberate in his touch—like he wasn’t just undressing her, but unwrapping a truth he hadn’t been ready to see before. She didn’t fight him. But she didn’t help either, completely lost in the confusion of surrendering or shocked, she couldn't pinpoint.Her eyes stayed on his face, searching for something—reason, control, humanity. But he didn’t look away. Not even when she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, “You forgot to close the light.”He didn’t respond or blink. It was as if her voice didn’t reach him like he was locked in something deeper—something darker than either of them could name. Maybe a trance, compulsion, or a hunger that wasn’t just physical.He leaned in, brushing his knuckles along her cheek, then trailing them lower—down her collarbone, her ribs, her waist—until her knees gave way, and she let herself fall back onto the mattress ready to look at th

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    30

    She sat before him quiet, like a shadow of who she used to be. Her eyes moved once—just a flicker—but there was nothing behind them giving no emotions, no fear, no light.Roman watched her closely. Her hand lifted slowly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It wasn’t out of habit or nerves. It felt mechanical—like her body moved without her soul.“I… I don’t know how to,” she said quietly, unintentionally pointing to whatever he was trying to impose on her. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath unsteady as she looked up at him. There was no flirtation in her gaze just pure confusion and silence.Roman stared down at her, his jaw tight. He could see how her lips trembled, how she tried to breathe normally. Slowly, he reached out and dragged his thumb across her lips, smudging her scarlet lipstick from her pouty lips. He didn’t do it gently. It was rough, almost like he wanted to smear away her innocence.Her lips opened a little under the pressure. She let him touch her w

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    29

    The ride home had passed in silence, but Vera’s mind was far from still. It kept circling back—to Eva’s pale, panicked face, to the torn fabric and the way she clutched at her thigh screaming for help. Roman hadn’t even flinched. The car rolled to a smooth stop outside the estate. Roman stepped out first, buttoning his jacket, moving as if the night had ended without incident. Vera followed a moment later, slower, her heels clicking against the stone path. Roman was already halfway to his study when her voice stopped him. “It was you.” He stilled.She took a step forward. “You did this to her.”Slowly, he turned, “Did what?” Vera’s eyes narrowed, jaw clenched. “Don’t play games with me. It was you who hurt Eva.” she swallowed, voice shaking now, “—you hurt her.”Roman’s brow lifted faintly, and he offered a cool shrug. “She must’ve been careless. High-slit dresses can be dangerous.”Her voice hardened. “That wasn’t an accident.”He gave her a slow, lazy look. “And if it wasn’t?”“You

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