Married To The Consigliere: The Canary's Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 771 | Released on: 29/06/2026

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face. I pulled my silk scarf tighter aroun

private yacht. He was dressed in a flawless charcoal suit. When he

us in the Sinclai

of his words scraped like sandpaper a

nothing to offer you. I am an illegitim

d. "You have yourself. That is more than enou

was no mockery, no hidden

within five days to formalize the

d. "Tha

er. Gabriel stood and offered me his hand

he stiletto heel of my shoe caught o

t his solid chest. The sudden movement caused the wind to catch my sil

riel asked, his voice

er him, but the wor

urrounded by his heavily arme

o the nervous way I was wringing my hands-a habit the Canary had described to h

s voice a sharp sound that cut th

g Xavier's line of sight. He tucked me behind his broad sho

, his tone dangerously calm. "She is s

, I could feel Xavier's e

my heavily guarded wing at the Sinc

it down. He stood over me, his face twisted in rage. I was begging him to

ver escape this place, Serena. E

g, the sheets damp

rp ringing filled my ears, drowning out the other sounds as I rolled out of be

my half-sister, Natalie

box to the guard,"

ice that made the marrow in my bone

r asked, and the sound of his voice seemed

ing. He was righ

e staff," Natalie lied, he

had a younger sister livi

said quickly. "An illegitimate mi

which I could picture with perfect

hen," Xavier

p, defiant features looking back at me. I would marry Gabriel Romano. I would never let the Heir drag me back into the dark.

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Married To The Consigliere: The Canary's Revenge

REGINA SIMONDS Mafia

“I was the secret pen pal of Xavier Falcone, the ruthless Heir to the Syndicate. We spent six months trading ciphers and falling in love in the dark. But my half-sister Natalie stole my burner phone and claimed my identity as his "Canary." When I ran through the pouring rain to his territory to tell him the truth, his eyes were devoid of mercy. He believed her lies about my jealousy and handed me over to his men without a second thought. He locked me in his heavily guarded penthouse and forced a laced glass of vintage scotch down my throat. The cramping started ten minutes later, blood soaking through my white dress as he killed our unborn child. "A rat does not deserve to bear my blood." He stood over me with a blank, aristocratic face, mocking me as I bled out on his cold marble floor. Until my last breath, I didn't understand how the man who wrote me such tender words could be so heartless. Why did he refuse to recognize my soul? Why did he leave me to die so brutally in the dark? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day Natalie pointed a gun at me to steal my phone. This time, I didn't fight back. "Take the phone, Natalie. It is yours." I handed over the man I loved and signed a contract to marry Gabriel Romano, the most lethal architect of death in the Underworld. In this life, I would rather marry a true monster than ever look at Xavier Falcone again.”