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Rejected Bride: Now I Rule Your Family

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 836    |    Released on: Today at 09:14

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ie. He was just in a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a sliver of his stro

of me. A flicker of surprise, may

didn't wait for an answer, instead moving to the bar and pouri

ice was even, but I clasped my hands together un

d with the glass toward a door on the far side of the

stood up, interrupting him. The wor

owed with impatience. "What did you expect? That

meant to wound. But I couldn't aff

perfection," I said, taking a step toward him. We were on op

e room from his new bride." I let that sink in. "By noon, the story will be all over New York. What will t

lent movement, he slammed the whiskey glass down on the marble-

us shrank. I felt a primal urge to run, but my feet were rooted to the floor. H

ing my air. I could feel the heat radiating from him. His brea

ainst me, don't you?" he rasped,

. My hand braced against the sofa to keep from falling.

protecting our shared interests.

room as his new wife," I pressed on. "How does th

corded. I could see the fury warring with something else in h

was sure he was going to wrap his large hands arou

tened up abruptly, stepping back and putting a foot o

e said, the words

toward the master bedroom. I watched

hirt. "You can have the sofa, or you can sleep on that side of the bed

had forced

l line of his shoulders as he shrugge

se th

ke a mile-wide chasm. I slipped under the cool, crisp she

the mattress as his weight settled on the o

p was impossible. My body

all coldness. I caught a flicker of curio

s the middle

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Rejected Bride: Now I Rule Your Family
Rejected Bride: Now I Rule Your Family
“I stood at the altar in my wedding gown when my assistant handed me the phone. My fiancé, Devin, the heir to New York's most powerful mafia family, had just eloped with a waitress. He didn't just leave me; he broadcasted a photo of them kissing at the airport to the entire high society. A thousand guests whispered like a virus. Flashbulbs went off like gunfire. My father panicked, begging me to flee through the side door in shame. In the back room, the House family matriarch treated me like garbage, tossing her lesser, resentful grandsons at me to clean up the mess. "Choose one of them, or scurry away," her daughter-in-law sneered. If I compromised, I would be a permanent joke, a powerless hand-me-down bride for Devin to mock from his European paradise. I had played the perfect, obedient fiancée for years, only to be publicly executed like a fool. But I didn't shed a single tear. The humiliation froze into a sharp, calculated desire for vengeance. I refused to be their victim. I wanted to make Devin bow to me for the rest of his life. Lifting my heavy skirt, I walked straight to the center of the room, locking eyes with the terrifying man in the shadows. "Since the heir ran away, the compensation must be of equal value," I declared. I pointed past the furious matriarch, aiming directly at Devin's adoptive father-the ruthless, absolute Don of the House family, Brent House. "I choose him."”