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“You’re going to be Mrs De Luca very soon,” that’s it. That’s where I prayed for a bullet in my chest. It was way better to be dead than claiming him as my husband. Even my silent tears were not helping me to diminish my nerve-wracking pain I was feeling.
“My wild kitty, I’m dying to untie you but what you must know before how to properly behave in front of the Priest and say your vows like a little good girl otherwise... you’re very aware of what I’m capable of,”
“What are you capable of? Huh? I don’t remember a thing about you and here you’re trying to scare me off with your lame capabilities. I don’t think it’s even worthy of my spit,” I lashed out at him with my head buried to my chest and my eyes slightly closed as I had no energy left in me. The moment I learnt him coming back
