Vows of Vengeance: A Bride Reborn

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d that death would knock this

. Sterling, married to Lucien Sterling-handsome, wea

r quirks, put up with her temper, kissed her good morning without fail, and ev

und. It really felt like his worl

an alive. Until twenty-eight hit her with

iant face sank in; she shed weight like

non-urgent work, stuck to her like glue, held her hand, and kept telli

uy. When the chemo made her throw up, he held her and patted her back. When she

o came to visit-everyone said he wa

hat love to survive the endless rounds of treatment. Some

stood by the bedside, staring at the empty glass of milk with a frown.

into the meds Lucien's been giving you. All legit and g

t Alice's urging, she kept half a glass of

her a report, voice trembling. "There's something hidden in the milk-a compound that slowly erodes th

son

ike bullets straigh

her ears. She couldn't even make out what Alice said next. All she c

him. No way.

of memories over and over, trying to catch some flaw, some

m hate her enough to pull off a sev

oubt took root, it

f out of bed and used a code she'd happened to learn long ago

s. Just a navy

took a deep breath

ime they were planning their wedding seven year

ng me non-stop to go try on some stupid wedding dress, I might've answered her call

estly, it made me sick. Why does she get to smile like that? She's the one who got Angelin

fall for me completely. Then, right when she's happiest? I'll take it all away. Death is easy. I want her to

.

finally kicking in. Saw her pale face and for a second? I felt... sa

.

her heart like a searing bran

t was love turned out to be

g glass of milk he'd bring her-it

utfits, she vaguely remembered the news reporting a violent

nd Lucien blamed her, blamed her hop

dal wave. She collapsed onto the cold floor, clutching

er did. Just knowing the reason behind it a

s, his eyes flickered-panic, then a strange sense o

n try to make

.. the same man who had hated her for just as long. With her dying breath, she forced out the f

rything w

*

s a mess of voices and harsh

rafted crystal heels from an renowned designer, l

of her chest. Bright lights, mirrored walls, designer gown

n the full-length mirror-

was

ago, the very day she and Lucie

surged up, almost drowning her. But tangled in that ocean of emotion was a

ever saw this c

e handed me

won't be the love-bl

sure you pay it back, ever