Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil

Author: Katie Oettgen

Chapter 1

Word Count: 745 | Released on: 22/04/2026

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, but it was nothing compared to the co

ined in a lightless basement. They had drugged me, beaten me, and stripped away my dignity. But the true agony was the h

shoulders. At the mouth of the alley, a few Valenti Associates smoked under the st

hem muttered, spitting on the ground.

penthouse. I lay bleeding on the pristine silk sheets of a guest bedroom. Throug

matriarch of the family, hissed. Earlier, I had begged her f

ght! I will have my Vendetta agains

at. "You want to parade our scandal to the Five Families? You will bury this. You will marry Carissa Marin

il they bled. I waited for Angelo, the man who had p

struck with the force of a bullet. My heart s

anilla perfume filled the room. Carissa, my

, her eyes gleaming. "My father arranged the kidnapping. Framing Damien Falcone was just... good busine

arissa was faster. She snatched a silver letter opener from the nightstand, forced the cold meta

back and let out a

ear-stained face. He didn't see the agony in my eyes. He crossed the room in two strides and

at, gathering a sobbing Carissa into his ar

on her serpent-head cane. Her cold eyes swept over

eir faces were blank, devoid of any humanit

om the violence. He looked down at me one last

ned hi

loody silver handle of the letter opener. With brutal, mech

o black. But beneath the agony, a fire ignited in the deepest, darkest corner of my s

I will make you all bleed

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“I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost. When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust. His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa. When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight. "My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together." Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion. The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids. "Clean this up." They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest. I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy." As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta. When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown. I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday. This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.”