Worth Every Bullet
After Stefan Grimaldi's first love died, he hated me for five years.
I did everything I could to please him, but he never softened. The only thing he ever said was, "If you really want to make me happy, go die. Go keep Sienna company in her grave."
It cut deep every time. I told myself it would always be this way, that he would carry that hatred until one of us was gone.
I was wrong.
When assassins came for us, Stefan stepped in front of the bullet without hesitation. He went down in my arms.
With the little breath he had left, he looked up at me and said, "Annie, if there's a next life, I hope I never meet you again."
At his funeral, his father stood over the casket, barely holding hi
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