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All Chapters of I Killed Him on His Wedding Day: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

The gun smoke had barely cleared. Sera lay crumpled on the carpet, clutching her bleeding chest. Her cashmere dress was soaked dark red.Someone kicked the mahogany door open from outside.Luca burst in, bringing a blast of cold air with him. His hair was disheveled, and two buttons were missing from his overcoat.He seized me by the collar and slammed me full-force against the cold stone wall."Who the hell gave you permission to shoot her?"Luca glared at me, his jaw clenched."She's here on the Commission's orders! How dare you touch her?"My back slammed into a protruding stone brick, sending a dull pain through my spine. I wiped away the blood where a shell casing had grazed my neck.I didn't fight back. Instead, I calmly reached up and straightened his tie, which the wind had knocked crooked."Remember that oath you swore five years ago? You sliced open your own flesh before the Virgin Mary and made me a promise. Or have you forgotten?"I held his furious gaze, my voice slow and

Chapter 2

The moldy oak barrels smelled sour and rotten. Moisture crept up through the floor, seeping into the wounds on my knees.I sat against the cold stone wall. Every breath made the bruise on my stomach throb.Four armed sworn members stood outside the iron door. I could hear their boots on the floor.But for three hours, not one of them dared to open the door, come in, and cuff me.Five years ago, Luca had a capo butchered in front of the family's top brass. His crime? Touching my shoulder.That rule was still written in the Marchetti family's code. "Anyone who lays a finger on her will be chopped to pieces and fed to the dogs."And now, the very man who'd made that rule had beaten me bloody and thrown me in here.I pushed myself up against the wall and looked around at the stacks of vintage wine in the dim lamplight.I kicked over the bottom rack. More than a dozen bottles of high-proof spirits smashed onto the floor, spraying glass and alcohol everywhere.The liquor soaked the dry straw

Chapter 3

Rain hammered down as blue flames spat from the motorcycle's exhaust.Just as I approached the Manhattan Bridge on-ramp, blinding headlights flooded the elevated roadway ahead.More than a dozen black armored Chevrolet SUVs formed a barricade across all four lanes leading onto the bridge.I slammed on the brakes. My tires shrieked against the wet asphalt, and the bike skidded sideways before coming to a stop.The doors flew open in unison. Dozens of gunmen in bulletproof gear emerged, their submachine guns trained on me from every angle.Luca strode out of the car in the middle.He stood in the pouring rain without an umbrella, water streaming down his bloodstained face. His eyes were murderous.He didn't spare a glance at the burn on my chest. Instead, he marched straight up to my bike and seized me by the throat.He slammed me against the motorcycle's scorching engine. Metal buckled with a sharp clang that rang out through the downpour."Elena, have you completely lost your mind?"Lu

Chapter 4

There was a wet, tearing sound.The blade buried itself in Luca's forearm. Blood streamed down the groove in the blade, staining the rainwater crimson.I froze for a second, my eyes on his bleeding wound.Luca didn't even flinch. He twisted the weapon out of Sera's hand and tossed it into the rain."Enough, Sera! Not while I'm here. You're not laying a finger on her!"Luca's shout stopped Sera. Then he pulled the sobbing woman into his arms with his good hand."Tony was just a bodyguard. He's dead. So what? I'll have ten better ones brought over from Sicily tomorrow."He soothed the heiress in his arms with a tenderness he had never shown me.Sobbing, Sera pressed a handkerchief to the wound on Luca's arm, her tears mixing with the rain.Once he'd calmed her down, Luca turned back to me, accusation burning in his eyes."You used to cry over the smallest scratch on my hand and stay up all night looking after me."Luca pointed at his bleeding arm, his voice heavy with resentment."I just

Chapter 5

It was Marco Ricci, my father's most trusted sworn brother. He was now chief advisor to the Commission, the Mafia's highest ruling body.After my father died, Marco had hidden his true influence to protect me, lying low at Luca's side as his number-two advisor."Let those old men on the Commission know, Uncle Marco."I wiped the rain from my face, my voice steady."It's time to cut Luca out of this family like the cancer he is."I ended the call. A moment later, I received a photo.It was from Sera.The photo showed the open kitchen of the estate. Luca was wearing an ivory cotton apron, a rare sight.Ladle in hand, he stood over a pot of seafood chowder, stirring it with an almost tender expression.Sera sat at the counter holding Nico while Luca blew on a spoonful of soup to cool it and held it to the boy's lips.The caption was pure mockery."See that? A real Mafia family needs a respectable Donna and a pure-blooded heir, not a vicious dog that only knows how to kill."I stared at th

Chapter 6

On the holographic screen, the churning acid vat gave off white smoke. Nico's faint cries came through the ballroom speakers.The Dons exchanged uneasy glances. Then fists slammed against the tabletop as angry accusations erupted."Breaking the family's sacred code by sleeping with an outsider? What a disgrace!""You were going to hand our ports over to that bastard? Luca, you have no right to lead this family!"Mafia law, handed down since Prohibition, forbade sworn members from transferring a family's core businesses to illegitimate descendants who weren't of pure blood.Sera lay in a pool of her own blood, staring at the child on the screen. Then she turned toward the Dons and began screaming in protest."That's Luca's son! He's pure Sicilian! Don't listen to that crazy bitch!"She whipped her head toward me, her eyes burning with hatred."Elena! You barren freak!"You're a sterile cripple, so you can't stand seeing someone else give him a son!"Luca dumped you because you're not ev

Chapter 7

The thuds echoed through the silent ballroom. With each blow against my boots, the most powerful Mafia boss lost another shred of dignity.I stood over the man who had once believed himself untouchable.When I was 19, he'd looked down on me in that dark, damp cellar, using every cruel method imaginable to break my spirit and mold me into his most obedient killer.Now I had broken my chains, and I was the one passing judgment.And here he was, reduced to begging for another woman and a child who wasn't even his.The sight made my stomach turn. I could barely stand to look at him.I raised my hand. Two burly gunmen in black stepped forward and hauled Sera off the floor. She hung limply between them, reeking of blood and urine.One of them forced the barrel of his submachine gun into her open mouth, knocking out two of her front teeth. Blood spilled down her chin.The countdown on the giant screen ticked toward zero."Three."I began counting, my face expressionless.Onscreen, the spinnin

Chapter 8

Luca's manic laughter died in his throat.The ballroom fell silent. Only Sera's ragged, labored breathing could be heard.Slowly, Luca turned his head. The moment his eyes met Sera's, all color drained from his face.Sera's face was covered in blood, and the white bone of her left knee was still sticking out, but at that moment, she seemed to feel no pain at all.She ripped the gag from her mouth with a trembling hand and crawled toward Luca with the last of her strength.Her nails raked Luca's cheek, leaving deep, bloody scratches."A substitute? A toy?"Her voice rose to a shriek. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with blood and grime."I'm the firstborn daughter of the Bellini family in Sicily! I have the noblest pure blood there is!"And you, some bastard who crawled out of the gutters of Brooklyn, dared to use me as a replacement for a lowborn nobody?!"Sera pointed at the unsigned asset transfer agreement on the dais, shaking."You lied to me! You said you loved me!"You said

Chapter 9

Sera's warm blood soaked through Luca's cashmere coat, and its heavy, metallic smell filled the air.He cradled her cooling body, broken sobs escaping his throat. Whatever was left of his composure had finally shattered.For a long time, he simply held her. Eventually, his strength gave out. He gently lowered her body onto the bloodstained carpet.Blood continued to pour from the wound in his abdomen. His injured thigh had left a dark pool beneath him, and his face had turned ashen from blood loss.But he still braced himself against the floor and dragged his battered body, inch by inch, toward me.A long, dark trail of blood stained the carpet behind him.At last, his bloodied hand closed around my ankle.He held on so hard his knuckles had gone white."Why..."Luca lifted his blood- and sweat-covered face. His cracked lips moved as he spoke hoarsely."If you'd already teamed up with Marco, if you already had all the evidence against me and could have the Commission tear me apart anyt

Chapter 10

A large hand in a black leather glove reached over. Marco, his face grave, pushed the body off me.He took off his clean black cashmere coat and gently draped it over my shoulders, hiding most of the blood."Elena, the Dons of the Five Families are all watching."Marco leaned closer, his gaze sweeping over the mob bosses gathered around us. Every one of them was holding his breath, waiting to see what would happen next."Luca's dead. So is Sera. What should we do with everyone else in this room?"I took the white silk handkerchief he offered and calmly wiped the dried blood from my face and neck.My wounds still ached, but I didn't so much as frown.Using the armrest of a nearby sofa for support, I rose to my feet. Then, stepping over broken glass and bloodstained carpet, I slowly made my way to the dais. The seat of power.Luca's obsidian family ring, the symbol of absolute rule over Brooklyn, lay quietly beside the half-signed documents.I picked up the blood-specked ring and slid it

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