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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
THE VENDETTA BRIDE: When the Devil says ‘I Do’ 63
The ride back to the mansion was quiet. Roman drove with one hand on the wheel, his eyes occasionally flicking toward her. Vera sat beside him, pressed near the window, silent. The doctor’s words echoed faintly in his mind.“She needs rest. Mental strain like this doesn’t go away with time—it needs space. Don’t push her.”As soon as they stepped through the door, she moved quickly, almost like she was trying to outrun her thoughts. She made straight for the hallway, bending to pick up a few neatly packed bags that had been set aside earlier. Her purse, a box wrapped in soft blue paper, a small white bag filled with art supplies. Another with clothes, sorted by size, gift bags. Roman stood near the entrance, watching her in silence. Then his voice cut through the space, low but firm.“Where are you going?”She didn’t look at him. “The NGO. The kids are expecting me.”His brow twitched. “You just got back from the hospital.”“I’m fine,” she replied, heading for the door.Roman moved fas
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