The Serpent's Kiss: A Wife's Revenge

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. "It wasn't my choice. Mr. Graham, he forced me. He threatene

lt like it

n, and destroy, all for a woman who wasn't even part

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, my voice devoid of pity. "You will face the consequ

he door to m

walked in, their faces ar

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thin silver chain, hung a small

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stepping forward. "Don't give the d

d as he reached for my han

noyance. "What are you throwi

p, dangerous cur

Jackson? Still playing the

look confused. "What

y whisper as I pointed a trembling finger at t

look at the cowering doctor. The mask was gone.

al, dismissive. "It's just a bone. It's no

ere a foolish child compl

for it," he added, as if a new hand

st tig

hy didn't you take one of her ribs, Ja

of lies? For a death sentence? F

t be so petty, Brooklyn. Keira

. It was the knife he always use

I am petty. I was petty to let her move into our home. I was pett

ice c

Jackson? To see me like

ething unreadable in his eyes. He seem

started to reach for

ra stop

ound his, her face a ma

n it," she whispered. "If it makes Br

runted, his attention immed

ice flat. "But she's lea

noring the searing pain in my side, I grabbed t

d as if I had

surrounded her, their bodie

Andrew yelled, his face co

nderous. He advanced o

small room. "You're jealous that we care about her! You've

arm, his gri

u, Brooklyn. St

utched the neckla

I was jealous.

The girl who believed their lies, who li

s wrong. Every protest was a tantr

the wall, his face inches fro

" he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper.

were a phy

grasp, his fingers brushing again

in his hand, then back at m

u should be an honor, Brookl