Betrayed and Betrothed
Without that, even if a wedding took place, the bride was nothing more than a disposable attachment.
My heart clenched.
In my past life, Leonardo had obediently followed the family's arrangements and married me without hesitation. Was it possible that he, too, had been reborn?
Just as I was about to respond, a delicate voice interrupted.
"My dear Leonardo, my lion..."
I frowned. The voice belonged to none other than Dora Cassidy, my father’s adopted daughter and my dearest childhood friend.
Ten years ago, I had personally begged my father to take in the little girl who had been wandering the red-light district. I never imagined that in my past life, she would be the one to kill me with her o
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