Novel & Cerita Mystery Bride's Revenge

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He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

* I felt every eye in the room turn toward me at once, guards and servants alike, their expressions shifting from shock at the murder to something closer to suspicion, or maybe fear, as the meaning of the note settled over the room like a physical weight. Someone near the doorway whispered something too quiet to make out, though I caught enough of the tone to guess at the meaning. Another voice murmured a response, equally hushed, equally unmistakable in its implication. *Bride. Outsider. Curse. Murderer.* The same words that had chased me down the hallway outside Alejandro's chamber, given new life now by a note written in blood and left in a dead man's hand. I lifted my chin, refusing to l

it clicked. A hidden panel was shifted and opened. She couldn't breath well, there was a file inside with a small black box. Her hands were trembling tremendously…. She picked up the file. ….. and her world stopped in front of her. There was a document inside the file… “It was a marriage certificate but it wasn't her own”. Bryan's name was written on it, with another woman's name. Elara bit her lips in shock, she tried to speak, but no words came out from her mouth.

Welcoming you in my life as my wife - Drake Narrator point of view Today once again she had to take vows to give her life to somebody she never thought of . To began a new journey while her earlier one hasn't even began properly yet . Once again her life will be sealed with someone she hate, her tormentor , her nightmare , her husband . With these whirling thoughts in her mind she descended the stairs ever so slowly the weight of her jewellery was making her walk slowly , dressed in a divine dress there she stood as a complete different girl gone was the girl who was once carefree , in her own little perfect world , untouched by the corrupt world . The transparent veil was covering her face

Eugene Corleone said with an amused edge to his voice, "do you still want to marry me, Ms. Colombo?" I looked at myself in the mirror, at the burn marks on my throat left by the poison, and at the eyes that could no longer shed tears. I said, "I want it even more now because only you can give me real revenge." On the other end of the line, I heard the soft clink of a glass being set down. Eugene replied, "Tomorrow night at ten at the east cemetery of the Lucchese estate. Seventh row, third headstone, the one engraved with these words: Angela Lucchese, my love. Wear black and come alone. If you're followed, I'll watch you die."

I had to navigate this on my own, my sudden pledge to marry Zak had nothing to do with Antonio, and he wasn’t obliged to protect me anymore, I had to do this on my own. I had returned to the Russo manor hoping my family would understand me , hoping my mother would hug me and tell me it wasn’t my fault. Killing Salvador was self defense, I never could hurt a fly. But no, my family had to push me into the arms of another man. Forcing me into another unwanted marriage. What even shook my core was the possibility of the fact that, my own brother could be behind the kill order on my head, there’s just no way I could accept that.

Then someone recounted the news when Aaron Stevenson was seen on lunch with Linda Lopez with their secretaries few months back. Also, it started another thread analysing her cryptic message. Could it be that the mystery bride is the missing Yates heiress all along? Between the different topics that emerged, the mystery bride is the one that maintained the momentum. Even now that it’s already lunch time, it’s still on the top list of most talked about in social media. “Did I do it wrong?” she asked sincerely. She thought the more he becomes high-profiled, the better their chances are at blocking the Solomon’s attempts.

I buried my face in her hair and that smell of creamy and sensual fragrance of vanilla and coffee invade my senses,and am hooked. " I only brought you here to make you change your mind. And don't even think of running away because if you do I am going to catch you and make you regret it." "