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THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’ 57
Vera sat quietly in the living room, curled up on the edge of the couch. The front door hung slightly ajar—unlatched, left open by her own hand. She’d thought about running. Maybe if she moved fast enough, she could make it to the gate. Maybe she could disappear before he noticed.But the medication still weighed her down. Her legs ached with each step, her head foggy. She barely made it to the edge of the hallway before the sound of the door creaking open stopped her cold.Roman stepped inside. His presence filled the space instantly. The atmosphere shifted. Their eyes locked.Vera’s jaw tightened. She thought the words she said earlier had been enough. That he’d understand, that he’d leave her alone now.But he wasn’t the same man from before.He was drunk. And something about him looked… broken like something inside had snapped loose. His eyes were red, his expression unreadable, not rage, not indifference.He walked toward her slowly, unsteadily, the weight of alcohol in his steps
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Vera finally stirred, the first thing she felt was cool, crisp linen against her skin. She blinked into a bright, white ceiling, then realized she was lying in a hospital-style bed, the duvet pulled up to her chin. Everything smelled familiar. Pain throbbed at her wrist in dull, insistent waves, and she realized her other hand was free of bandages, tucked under the covers.Soft footsteps approached. A woman in crisp white scrubs hovered at her side, clipboard in hand, and behind her stood a man in a white coat, a stethoscope slung around his neck.“Good afternoon, Ms. Bendetti,” the woman said gently, offering a warm smile. “I’m Dr. Varela. How are you feeling right now?”Vera’s throat was dry. She swallowed before answering. “Tired. A little… disoriented.”Dr. Varela stepped forward, voice calm and steady. “That’s to be expected. You fainted likely from a combination of dehydration and shock from your burn injuries. We’ve cleaned and dressed your wounds, given you fluids, and monitor
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Morning light filtered through the curtains as Vera stirred on the cool kitchen tile. Every breath felt like shards of glass in her chest, and when she tried to push herself up, a searing shock raced from her palm to her elbow. She froze, instincts screaming before her mind could catch up: her hand was raw, wrapped in stiff gauze beneath her sleeve.Pushing herself upright, she winced and cradled the injured limb against her side. She glanced around the room. The broken petals, the splintered table edge, the dark stain of wine—none of it remained. The villa’s kitchen looked untouched, as if last night’s violence had been a fevered dream. But the dull ache pulsing through her bones, and the hollow emptiness in her chest, told her otherwise.Determined to cling to some normalcy, she limped toward the bathroom. Each step sent white-hot pain through her wrist, but she forced herself to follow her morning routine: brushing her teeth, splashing cool water on her face. Her reflection stared
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The sea breeze had cooled by the time Vera stepped into the beach house. The laughter from earlier still echoed faintly in her chest, but the air inside told a different story.Leila and Dimitry veered off to their side of the property, chatting lazily. Dimitry had casually mentioned that Roman wouldn’t be joining them—that “Work came up.” No one questioned it, not even Vera.But the moment she opened the door to her side of the villa, she knew something was wrong.The warm, flickering glow of candles should have felt welcoming—but it didn’t. Not with crushed petals scattered across the floor, wine dripping in dark streaks from a smashed bottle, glass catching the candlelight like sharp little stars. The scent of roses had turned sour in the heat.In the far corner, where they had shared a drink just the night before, Roman sat slouched in an armchair, a half-emptied bottle in his hand.His other hand rested on the lamp switch—click, click—turning the light off, then on. Off. Then on
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Vera, still dazed from Roman’s kiss, made her way to their designated table. The dim glow of lanterns in a soft golden hue, and a small local performance was about to begin on the makeshift stage ahead.But her attention was elsewhere. Something had changed in Roman. Ever since they arrived, he’d been… different. Attentive, almost obsessively so. He made sure she rested, made sure her plate was full, even placed his hand on the small of her back as if to anchor her to him.Vera sank into her seat, trying not to overthink it.Leila, seated across from her, was already chatting animatedly with a few others at the table. Her hands moved as she spoke, expressive as always.“We actually spent the whole afternoon walking around the old quarter,” Leila said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “The local streets are insane. Tiny alleys, vines climbing every wall, and the food stalls? Don’t even get me started.”“What did you eat?” asked Dimitry, leaning back in his chair with a cu
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Roman adjusted the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, his jawline freshly shaven, his movements calm and composed—like nothing had happened like he hadn’t just made her lose herself beneath him moments ago. Vera walked beside him, just as put together. Her navy-blue dress hugged her modestly, the scarf around her neck carefully arranged to conceal the fresh bruises and marks Roman had left behind with his mouth and hands. Her hair was combed into a neat low bun, and her lipstick was a soft peach that betrayed none of the passion she had lived through the night before. But her skin still remembered. Everything he’d done to her behind that closed door—the kiss under the shower, the way he lifted her like she weighed nothing, the way he whispered “mine” into her mouth again and again—still throbbed beneath the surface. She hadn’t expected any of it. And the man who had once ignored her presence was now kissing her five times before they even left the bedroom. It was terrifying… and confus
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