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The Black Widow Reborn

The Black Widow Reborn

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Chapter 1 The Betrayal

Word Count: 1058    |    Released on: 07/12/2024

th her. Her vision blurred, and the once familiar face of her husband, Sta

inting with malice. "I always knew you were the Black Widow! The leader of the Phantom Mafia! All this time, I've been using

d her from the raging river, the man who had vowed to protect her, was now her ex

ve me?" she managed to croa

e one you so brutally murdered, thinking he was your attacker. I orchestrated the entire thing. I knew you were the Blac

had been blinded by love, a love that had turned out to be a carefully crafted illusi

erself on her ruthless efficiency, her unwavering commitment to the cause. Yet, here she was, a victim of her

u better pray our paths never cross again, Stanle

enveloped her, Eunice closed her eyes, seeking solace in the hope of divine in

rile scent of the hospital room assaulted her senses. Where was she? What had happened? A w

yes fluttered open. Her body felt alien-weak, sluggish-yet her mind burn

ss: Stanley standing over her, his gun pointed at her chest. "You were always too naive," he had

your survival was nothing short of a miracle. We managed to remove the bullet, but you lost a lot

room, the same near-death experience. A sense of déjà vu washed over her. Had she been g

wn in someone else's game. She would take control of her destiny, and she wou

us to the storm brewing behind her calm façade, smiled warmly and left the room, promising to return with the doct

chance to process. The man she had mistakenly condemned to death. All along Stanley had been feeding

r still-healing wounds a reminder that she wa

s mind churned, replaying the events of that fateful night. Everything had been going according to plan.

ad shattered his carefully laid plans. What had he even been doing at

ble. No one knew about his secret life as a hitman-not his employers, not his friends, and

rned white. Carlos hadn't just intervened-he had gone a step further

takes weren't forgiven, and loose ends weren't tolerated. His employers would know by now

his boot, the cool steel reassuring against his skin.

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