The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

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ew husband had expected. Years of arduous surgical training had given me a powe

y scanned the room. A strong aroma of bourbon ming

, its cold black marble and gilded decorations creating a striking contrast. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon-lit Chicago s

und me like a discarded corpse. This was Julian's carefully orchestrated scheme-a deli

ep, but he had no idea that he

s Dalia Vance-hunched over and saw me in the shadows. Instead

enom. She reached out and stroked Julian's sweaty chest. "You'll ge

r to look back at me; he

d soaking into my skirt. I didn't cry, nor did I scream. I simply brushed a strand of

said, my voice cold and clear

turned his head, his deep eyes

over them with utter disgust. "A bi

ed into a mask of pure, undisguised rage. He shoved

hed. "I'm going to teach you how to tal

back down. He raised his hand, signaling

ntil he was completely within my

a resounding crack. Julian's leg instantly lost its balance, his nervous system seemingly short-circuiting. He

ian fell to his knees, clutching his chest,

"With muscles like yours, you can't even protect your own vitals

Dalia froze, her eyes wide with

ing with boredom. "I never accept substandard

hame, her face flushed crimson. "You bitch!" she screamed, le

As she closed in, I simply shifted my weight, grabbed her outstretched wris

e cold, black marble floor. She curled up in a ball, whimp

me, his arrogance replaced by a burning, venomous hatred. He realized then t

n said through gritted teeth, panting hea