Lost You in Two Lifetimes
I never called my stepbrother, Victor Rossi, "brother." I loved him.
In my previous life, I forced him to marry me, and we became the most infamously miserable couple in New Hampston's mafia circles.
On Monday, he threw me into a lion's cage after starving the beast for three days.
On Tuesday, I tied him to a spinning wheel and forced him to play Russian roulette.
He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. I hated him because we had grown up side by side, yet even after ten years of marriage, he could not forget the woman from the fishing village.
Even in bed, wrapped around each other, we hurled the cruelest curses at one another.
When the cruise ship went up in flames,
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