VENDETTA’S BRIDE
These weren't wedding vows,they were a declaration of ownership.
Her turn. Every criminal in the room waited.
"Felix Castelli,” her voice cut through the hall, clear as crystal. “You are my captor, my destroyer, and my husband. I vow to stand beside you, fight you, and never bow. Until death tears us apart.”
Silence crashed over the room. No one breathed. The tension was thick as smoke,
"The rings," the judge said nervously.
Vincent stepped forward with a little black box Inside lay two bands,his, heavy black diamonds,hers, white gold lined with blood-red rubies.
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