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Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 680    |    Released on: 04/03/2026

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the dry grass. With the heavy mahogany doors shut and the Russo Underboss

nished from Elena's face, replaced by a

iss. "A Don he may be, but Damien Russo is a broken, twisted cripple. Still, I supp

nt of me, my expression a blank canvas

your head down and behave until the Russo family comes to collect you. Do not bring shame to the Herrera name. We are already expending

ting of being cast aside while the estate celebr

rfectly executed curtsy. "Of course,

na's jaw tightened. She clicked her tongue in disgust and

The vultures had been wait

were Bianca and Giulia, the illegitimate half-sisters. Dressed in cheaper imitations of Sophia's elegant style

rst, her voice dripping with saccharine malice

ies. "I hear Don Damien is quite the sight. Crippled, scarred... and cursed. Did you know his last two fia

t the mention of the dead women, b

e, her beautiful face twisting into a mask of profound, condescending pity. "Isabella... about Leo. I truly hope

ome to watch me bleed, to revel in the tear

their eager, hungry expressions. Then,

e heartbreak she craved. "Mr. Contreras and I were clearly not meant for each other. I would n

e hit her like a physical blow. There was no triumph to be had here, no sh

giving them a polite, dismissive no

d toward the heavy mahogany doors, leaving the suffocating, perfume-choked drawing

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Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple
Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple
“Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance-my biological mother's trust fund-to pay for my stepsister's lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt's help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I'm not running from the monster. I'm going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.”