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f Demetrius's unspoken judgment pressed down on the room until the sheer terro
shattered the quiet. She scrambled up from her knees, her manicured finger
lease, you can't let her play you! She is a *puttana* (whore)! She orchestrated this entire setup to cover up the
the room plummete
y that Demetrius Maddox, the most feared man in Chicago, was a gullible
grandmother Carmelita and my uncle Christian turned the color of chalk. They realized instantly what Hailey's panicked outbu
s, but it was entirely eclipsed by the cold, burning need for my own Vendetta. I needed to prove to
nce between us in
my arm. *Smack.* The sharp, explosive crack of my palm against
sed onto the unforgiving Italian marble with a pathe
ward and drove the needle-thin heel of my sti
beneath my weight. I didn't flinch. I slowly crouched down, ignoring her agonizing sobs,
of an inch. She wailed, her body convulsing in pain. "Your mistake was being stupid. You dragged our
rom her tear-soaked face to the p
ic scheme born solely from your own petty jealousy? Or did your father, our esteemed
just escalated a petty sibling rivalry into a full
but the oppressive aura radiating from him had shifted. It wasn't just anger anymore;
realization that she was completely trapped. But a cornered snake always strikes blindly. Through her tears, he
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