All Chapters of The Don's Revenge Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The Lucchese family's banquet hall was always blazing with light.I stood in the center of the room, forced to hold a glass of dark red, viscous liquid. It was 'The Vow of Silence,' the poison the Lucchese family used for executions.The ones ordering me to drink it were Dante and Enzo Lucchese, the twin brothers I once thought would protect me forever."Drink it, Chiara Colombo." Dante Lucchese's voice was cold, his eyes fixed on me. "Father wants to see whether you've inherited your parents' genes for betrayal."I looked at the instigator, Martina Browne. She was clinging to Enzo's arm right now, her face showing just the right amount of concern, but her gaze was smug."I know the Lucchese family is partnering with Martina's father, so I would never hurt her. She fell on her own. I didn't push her," I said, my voice trembling.Enzo finally spoke, avoiding my gaze while his fingers gently patted the back of Martina's hand. "Martina said you pushed her. She said you cornered her

On the seventh day after the poison incident, I could barely get out of bed and walk on my own. The infirmary had limited conditions, and so, in his so-called mercy, Antonio decided that I should continue recovering in the main estate.The moment I pushed open the door, I froze.My room had been completely ransacked. The closet stood wide open, its contents scattered across the floor, some torn, some stained. Every desk drawer had been pulled out, and papers were scattered everywhere.What made my chest tighten was the nightstand. The silver photo frame holding my parents' wedding picture was gone.That was the only photograph my parents had left me."Looking for this?" Martina's voice came from the doorway. She leaned against the frame, holding the picture frame in her hand."Give it back," I said, my voice hoarse.She laughed and walked to the window, pushing it open. Below was a courtyard paved with stone. If the frame fell, it would shatter completely.She tilted her head.

At exactly 10 p.m., a man in custom dress shoes stepped onto the ground in front of me.It was Eugene.He was taller than I had imagined, at least six feet three. He wore a perfectly tailored black coat, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His face was sculpted and handsome with high cheekbones and thin lips, but the most captivating feature was his eyes.They were gray-blue like a frozen lake, devoid of any warmth when they looked at someone.He looked down at me from his height and asked, "Where's the evidence?"I pulled a micro USB drive from my inner pocket.Eugene took it and plugged it into his tablet. His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, his gray-blue eyes glowing like a predator's.He mumbled, "Complete laundering routes, political bribery lists with over 90 percent accuracy, murder records..."Then, he paused and looked up at me. "Including photos from your parents' car crash 12 years ago. How did you get these?"I rasped, saying, "Don Lucchese

On the wedding day, the sky was so overcast it seemed even God was frowning at this union. I wore the wedding dress Eugene had sent and watched him waiting for me at the altar.He wore white for the rare occasion, his silver hair gleaming coldly in the candlelight.As I walked toward him on the arm of a family elder, the corner of his mouth curved into the faintest smile."You look beautiful," he whispered in my ear as he took my hand.Halfway through the ceremony, the church doors were suddenly thrown open. Dante and Enzo stormed in with eight armed men.They wore black suits, their waists bulging, clearly all carrying weapons.The guests stirred, and the Corleone family's men instantly went on alert."Excuse the interruption." Dante's voice echoed under the church dome as he stared at me, his eyes bloodshot. "Chiara, I'm asking you one last time. Will you come back with us or not?"Eugene's hand still held mine, his grip steady.I turned to face them, my expression calm bene

Enzo gasped. They did not know Eugene had already hired the best doctors for me, and my body was slowly recovering. Nonetheless, there was no need to mention that to them.I stood and walked toward him. "So, when I drank that poison, I repaid whatever debt I owed the Lucchese family for raising me. From that moment on, we were even.""But Father..."I interrupted him and said, "Maybe I should remind you that the Don killed my parents. He orchestrated that 'car accident' 12 years ago because my parents discovered something they shouldn't have: his deal with a federal judge. He needed scapegoats to cover up three murders."The twins froze."They didn't betray anyone." My voice was calm because I had run out of tears 12 years ago. "They were just the scapegoats the Don had chosen. He staged their fake escape, arranged the crash, and killed my parents."A long, suffocating silence followed.The garden roses swayed in the evening breeze, their fragrance almost overwhelming.Finally,