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Author: S.K Hart
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 12:50:03

Evening settled in quietly, casting a warm amber glow across the marble floors of the estate. The house, for once, felt still—no footsteps echoing down the hall, no commands being spoken. Roman wasn’t home.

She was curled up on the couch with a book she hadn’t really been reading when the intercom buzzed, pulling her attention to the panel beside the front door. She walked over and pressed the screen.

A live feed flickered on. An elderly couple stood outside the front gate—probably in their seventies. The man was tall and thin, with a gentle stoop to his back. The woman beside him wore a simple shawl and held a large glass dish, wrapped carefully in a cloth. They didn’t look threatening. Just... curious.

A voice came through the speaker.

“Ma’am, there’s a couple here. They say they’re neighbors from down the private road. Wanted to meet the owner.”

Vera hesitated. Roman’s rule had been clear: No one enters without clearance. But Roman wasn’t here.

“Let them in,” Vera said. “It’s fine.
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  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    69

    Vera was in the small garden house, tucked near the edge of the property. She wore rubber boots, loose-fitting pants, and a faded shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hair was tied messily, a few strands clinging to her face as she knelt beside a bed of damp soil. Her hands moved with purpose—digging, pressing, adjusting small flower stems with a level of care that caught him off guard.She looked peaceful, unaffected. Like the storm above and the storm between them didn’t exist. Roman stood there for a moment, watching her silently, his jaw tight. Something about the image struck him, the contrast between her gentle focus and the building tension in the sky. Then the first drop fell.Vera looked up instinctively, a drop catching on her cheek. Another landed on her arm. She moved quickly, scooping a small ceramic pot into her arms and rushing it into the shelter of the garden house.Roman stayed rooted in place, hands at his sides, watching.The rain came slowly at firs

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    68

    Vera’s knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, the cold seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. Tears spilled freely now, unguarded and relentless. She cried until her chest ached and her vision blurred. The weight of the pain was unbearable—too much to carry, too much to fight.Maybe a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to understand Roman—the man who ruled her life like a shadow she couldn’t escape, a storm she could never calm.Her sobs grew quieter until exhaustion overtook her. She curled into herself and finally, she slept on the cold floor, broken and defeated.Far away, in the dim light of his office, Roman poured a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid trembling in his hand. He stared into it, but the drink offered no relief. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go. The thought alone was unbearable. He didn’t know how to make her happy. Didn’t know how to tell her what he wanted—or how much he needed her to feel the way he did.He wanted her to be jealous—not of some random man

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    67

    Vera didn’t say a word. She quietly changed into her nightgown, the thought of dinner making her stomach turn. The idea of telling him the truth had haunted her all day—but after seeing Lilith at his side, laughing like she belonged there, Vera had nothing left to give. No courage, voice.Now she stood at the bathroom sink, motionless. Cold water slid down her face, dripping from her chin onto the porcelain. It didn’t wake her up. If anything, it reminded her how numb she already felt.Her black satin gown clung softly to her skin, and her arms rested on the platform like she was holding herself together.Sleep, that’s all she wanted. Not rest—just escape. A few hours of silence, a few hours without pretending. She was tired of being the wife in a marriage that only existed on paper and punishment.Her gaze met her reflection again. Blank eyes staring back at her, no trace of the girl she used to be. And suddenly the bathroom door opened, and Roman stepped in. He looked like he’d been

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    66

    Vera’s heart skipped, then thudded heavier in her chest. Her eyes narrowed before she could help it. They were seated close, closer than casual. Luciano’s hand moved up slowly, gently tucking a strand of Lilith’s sleek hair behind her ear. She smiled, leaning into the touch with effortless familiarity. Their fingers brushed, then lingered, their hands resting between them on the table. A touch that didn’t belong to strangers or friends.It was intimate. Vera swallowed hard. She hadn’t meant to see anything—didn’t want to know anything. Whatever tangled threads existed between Roman and Lilith were already enough of a mess. She had no desire to add Luciano to the equation, but something about it didn’t sit right.Luciano was grinning in that half-lazy, half-calculated way of his, saying something that made Lilith laugh quietly. She leaned forward, her hand brushing his again.Good thing, they didn’t notice her. They were too absorbed in each other, too comfortable to bother scanning th

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    65

    The boutique smelled faintly of jasmine and freshly steamed fabric. Soft classical music played in the background, mingling with the occasional clinking of hangers and the buzz of laughter.Leila stood on a raised platform, half-hidden behind a silk curtain, as a bridal consultant flitted around, pinning the bodice of the dress she wore. Vera sat on the plush cream couch beside two of Leila’s sisters, all of them sipping peach-infused water while surrounded by lace, tulle, and sparkle.“Okay, don’t laugh,” Leila called from behind the curtainVera smiled. “You’re the bride. We legally can’t.”The curtain pulled back, and Leila stepped out.The room went quiet. The dress was ivory, fitted at the waist with delicate off-shoulder sleeves that framed her collarbone. A gentle shimmer ran through the skirt when she moved, catching the light in a way that made her glow. Her dark hair was swept back, her cheeks flushed not from makeup, but something deeper.“Oh my God,” one of her sisters bre

  • THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’    64

    Vera paused, pen hovering above the scattered papers on her desk. She looked up, caught off guard by the sharp edge in Roman’s voice.He dragged a chair across the floor and sat opposite her, his boots landing with a soft thud. Before she could settle back, he leaned in, elbows resting on the table.“You didn’t tell anyone you’re married,” he said flatly.Vera blinked. “Everyone knows.”Roman’s jaw tensed. “That kid wants to marry you.”She glanced down, pretending to focus on the documents in front of her. Her fingers smoothed the folder as if it needed organizing. But Roman’s eyes didn’t move from her face.“I don’t like to share what’s mine,” he said quietly.She looked up, genuinely confused. “He’s just a kid.”Roman’s voice dropped, low and steady. “He won’t stay a kid.”Before she could answer, he stood and walked around the table in two quick strides. Reaching behind her chair, he spun it to face him. Vera’s breath caught. The desk pressed into her back as he leaned in, close e

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