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THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’ 50
Words had long since faded, replaced only by the sound of rustling sheets beneath them and the soft flicker of the lamp casting shadows across the room. The golden hue fell over his bare chest, highlighting the tension in his muscles… and the hunger in his eyes.Her mind was still spinning—fogged with memories, confusion, and the unspoken weight of everything between them. But his gaze held her there, grounding her. There was no mockery, no cold detachment—just raw, undeniable desire.Roman leaned closer, and with one hand, he tugged gently at the silk strap resting on her shoulder. It slipped down slowly, exposing her collarbone to the cool air and to him. He lowered his mouth and bit her lightly, enough to make her gasp. Her fragrance hit him, teasing him, but every inch of her body responding to his touch before her mind could catch up.For the first time, she didn’t flinch. Instead, her hand moved up, threading through his thick, curly hair. She pulled him closer, her grip tight,
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She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Why was he asking about this—about a man who’d rescued her—when he himself hadn’t been there? She looked up at him, confusion warring with exhaustion. “I… I didn’t see his face,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut for a moment, as if to chase away the memory.Roman’s thumb stroked the fabric of her nightie, “What would you do if you saw him again?” His question was soft but insistent.Vera blinked heavily, every part of her wanted to close her eyes and drift back into sleep, “I… I would thank him,” she said.His free hand cradled the nape of her neck, pulling her close, until their head rested against each other, lips inches apart, breath mixing, her lashes brushing against his, their cheeks almost touched. The warmth of him was both soothing and unsettling.“Would you… fall in love with a man like him?” he murmured.Her heart lurched. She didn’t have the strength to answer. She stayed silent, pressing back into him in a plea to le
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Roman’s gaze never wavered as he watched her from across the warm pool of light cast by the lamp. This was her third drink. He had counted. And now, the alcohol had begun to wrap itself around her body like a slow-burning thread—loosening her, softening her edges.She wasn’t drunk, not fully.But she was relaxed. Her posture was no longer stiff. Her eyes were half-lidded, blinking slowly. Her shoulders eased back like some invisible weight had slipped from them. And then, without saying a word, she slid the silk shrug off her shoulders. It slipped down her arms and dropped to the floor with a soft whisper.Roman’s jaw tightened—just slightly. She had no idea what she looked like at that moment. Bare arms glowing under the amber light, collarbones exposed, the fragile rise and fall of her chest completely unguarded. She looked like temptation dressed in fragility. Every inch of her fed something dangerous inside him, and it was getting harder to keep that part of him contained.He smil
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"Make a drink for me," Roman’s command hung in the air like a challenge, and Vera froze. Her heart pounded so loudly that she was certain he could hear it. She quietly walked towards the station, looked over her shoulder, and saw him still seated in the dim lamplight, watching her every move.Shock flashed across her face. He had sounded so calm, and casual, but the quiet force behind his words was unmistakable. She could feel his gaze drilling into her back, drawing out her uncertainty and amplifying it until she was painfully aware of every tremble in her limbs.He rose, and the distance between them closed in two long strides. He stood inches from her now; she could see the fine hairs on his forearm, the slow rise and fall of his chest. His presence filled the room entirely.Without saying anything, Roman stepped forward and took the whiskey bottle from her hand. His fingers brushed against hers—just for a second—but it was enough to make her breath hitch. Her eyes lifted to his fa
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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
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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
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