Librairie
Rechercher
Accueil / Mafia / THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’ / 40

Share

40

Auteur: S.K Hart
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-06-19 11:19:19

The evening arrived, painting the sky in shades of amber and fading gold. Vera hadn’t left her room the entire day. She had called the NGO earlier, citing health reasons—not that she needed to explain much. The truth was simpler and heavier than words could carry.

She didn’t have the energy to step outside and pretend everything was fine, when inside, everything felt like it was crumbling.

The walls of her room had become both prison and shelter. She had sat quietly for hours—no reading, no distractions. Just her, her thoughts, and the haunting replay of that nightmare. And the fear that Roman might one day know everything.

By late afternoon, she finally stood, restless and suffocated. She stepped out onto the gallery terrace that overlooked the estate. The breeze was soft, the scent of earth and fading roses welcoming her like an old friend. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the wind graze her skin, almost like a silent apology for everything life had stolen from her.

When sh
Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement
Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application
Chapitre verrouillé
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    46

    Roman and Vera stepped inside the beach house. It was quiet, the only sound being the soft crash of waves just beyond the walls. The house was divided—one half for them, the other given to Dimitry and Leila.They walked in without a word. Roman locked the door behind them while Vera headed straight to the bedroom. She didn’t expect conversation, not with how things were between them.Once inside, she went to the closet and quietly changed into something comfortable. A silk nightie shrugged to cover her body—nothing that could hint at seduction or intimacy, not that it ever mattered.When she came back to bed, Roman was nowhere in sight. The room was empty. Tonight he had decided to leave her alone.She sighed and climbed into bed, pulling the blanket up around her. The sheets felt cold. This was how she usually slept anyway—alone, even in marriage. To the outside world, they might have looked like a couple. They’d play their roles well, sit close when needed, and smile just enough to

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    45

    The sand was cool beneath their feet as Roman and Dimitry stepped down onto the beach. The sky had deepened with the blush of sunset fading along the horizon. Waves lapped gently at the shore making the evening feel almost surreal—like the world had slowed down just for them. Leila spotted them first.“Dimitry!” she called. He barely had a chance to respond before she was at his side, slipping her fingers through his and tugging gently. “Take off your shoes,” she said with a playful grin. “You’re on a beach, not in a boardroom.”Dimitry raised an amused brow, but he let her pull him closer to the water’s edge. She crouched, helping him unlace his shoes, laughing when he rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. A moment later, he was barefoot beside her, the surf kissing their toes as they walked along the wet sand. From a few steps behind, Vera watched them with a thin smile. The affection between her friend and Dimitry was so unguarded, so natural. For once, Leila looked genuinely at pea

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    44

    The drive to the beach house was long but quiet. Roman barely spoke, lost in his thoughts, his eyes occasionally drifting to the sea that began to appear in the distance. The closer they got, the more the city noise faded behind them, replaced by the rhythm of waves and salt-kissed air.The property was massive—more of a private estate than a beach house, with high walls, steel gates, and a long driveway that opened up to a sleek modern structure facing the water. Roman had already arranged for the security team to arrive in advance, and by the time his car rolled to a stop, men were stationed along the perimeter. Discreet, professional. Dimitry pulled in a few minutes later with his own convoy. Roman gave him a single nod.Inside the house, the atmosphere was lighter.Leila rushed in, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw Vera.They spent the next hour settling in. Rooms were assigned, bags unpacked, and the staff began preparing the kitchen. Leila moved around like she owned the

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    43

    Vera stood in the middle of her room, frowning at the open suitcase sprawled across her bed. Her fingers hovered over a sarong, then moved to a white summer dress, then to a folded bikini top—only to drop them all back in frustration.What do you even pack when you’re going to the beach with a man who barely tolerates you, and two people who are in love? she thought bitterly.The soft crash of ocean waves played in her mind, taunting her with a serenity she hadn’t earned yet. She sighed, pushing a few sundresses, a scarf, sandals, and a book into the suitcase. She added the bikini and a thin wrap in a moment of last-minute decision, then zipped the bag shut, hoping she hadn’t forgotten something important.Just as she lowered the suitcase beside the bed, the door creaked open without a knock. Roman stepped in, dressed in a simple black shirt with sleeves rolled up, his watch glinting against his wrist.“We’re leaving in five,” he said plainly.Vera straightened. “Okay,” she said softl

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    42

    The dinner table was warm with laughter and flickers of shared stories. As the plates were passed around and wine glasses refilled, the atmosphere turned comfortably intimate. Dimitry took a bite of the stuffed zucchini and hummed in approval. “This... this is divine. Whoever made this has my heart tonight.”Vera’s eyes flicked up as Leila leaned closer and whispered with a playful grin, “Is this Nonna’s recipe? The one you used to sneak into your lunchbox when you didn’t want to share?”Vera stifled a chuckle. “I had to survive high school somehow.”The food brought back a familiar comfort. The flavors, the spices—each bite a quiet echo of simpler, lost times. For a brief moment, Vera let herself enjoy it.After dinner, dessert—light tiramisu and fresh berries—was served, and they all drifted to the backyard. The pool shimmered gently under the glow of soft garden lights. A breeze curled through the air, stirring Vera’s dress and the leaves above them. The night had draped itself in

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    41

    The sun had dipped low by the time Vera descended the stairs. The house was quiet, holding that expectant kind of stillness that always came before guests arrived.She made her way to the kitchen, ignoring the slight ache in her chest. The staff had already laid everything out—starters, main dishes, even desserts were arranged with polished precision—but Vera hovered near the countertop, inspecting each dish.She couldn’t help herself. Cooking gave her a sense of control. So she rolled up her sleeves and made a few last-minute touches: a garnish of fresh herbs here, a light brush of olive oil there. She adjusted the lemon slices around the grilled fish and added a pinch more cinnamon to the warm pudding cooling near the window.A maid watched from the doorway. “Ma’am,” she said gently, “you should get ready now.”Vera blinked, as if pulled out of a trance, and gave a small nod. “Right.”Upstairs, she chose a dress—something simple, but elegant. A muted shade of olive green that brushe

Plus de chapitres

Vous vous intéresseriez aussi à

Découvrez et lisez de bons romans gratuitement
Accédez gratuitement à un grand nombre de bons romans sur GoodNovel. Téléchargez les livres que vous aimez et lisez où et quand vous voulez.
Lisez des livres gratuitement sur l'APP
Scanner le code pour lire sur l'application
DMCA.com Protection Status