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Rejected Bride: Now I Rule Your Family

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 870    |    Released on: Today at 09:14

rice

in the darkness, a constant reminder of the dangerous predator sharing my bed. Just before dawn,

light, the muscles of his back and shoulders were a landscape of sculpted p

tly pushed myself into a sitting positi

n't turn around. His voice was a

I lied, my head throbb

ht cut across his face, carving sharp angles and deep shadows.

bed and stood over me, a t

said, his voice low and intense

was the real test. I could try to bluff my way through

tilted my head back to

, my voice quiet. "I

is tone was skep

ep breath.

What I want more...

owed. A flick

"I chose you because you are the absolute authority of the Ho

ying you, I transform from Beatrice Cline, the discarded, irrelevant daughter of

my stepmother and her sycophantic relatives bow their heads when they see me. I can make everyone

hunger for vengeance,

suspicion in his eyes faded, replaced by something else. Understanding. In his w

ment of fact. There was no judgment in his

er against your enemies. And," he

itted withou

A quiet, humorless laugh that se

on, man or woman, to ever stand in front of me

face up. His touch was firm, his skin calloused. He forced me to meet his gaze, hi

nding different in his mouth. Darker. Mor

long my jawline. "The authority over Devin. It's your

expected it to be so easy.

"But in return," he said, his voice turning hard again, "you will remember your side of the bargain. You will play

I bre

oo

ed into the cavernous bathroo

he had touched me. My heart was pounding, not with

dy, the servant said. Which meant I'd have to face

re the most powerful man I had ever met. And instead of destroying

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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."”