I Am My Enemy's Shadow Lover
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It took me three years to make the man who killed my fiancé fall in love with me.
Every night, I lay in my enemy's arms, listening to him whisper sweet declarations of love in his sleep. He had no idea that the woman beside him was the very avenger he sought, the "insignificant nobody" he'd dismissed so casually.
But I could never replace her—Bianca, his white moonlight, the woman who died five years ago yet still occupied the deepest chambers of his heart. Her photograph hung prominently in the living room like a queen overseeing her domain, watching me—the fraud who dared take her place. Even in our most intimate moments, Marco would drunkenly murmur her name.
"Val, sometimes when I look at you, it's like seeing her..."
Each word was a knife twisting in my heart. I came here for revenge, only to find myself trapped in an even more agonizing prison—I was jealous of a dead woman, jealous of a perfect memory that could never be surpassed.
Marco Santangelo thought he'd found Bianca's perfect replacement, a shadow to fill the void left by his white moonlight. But he was wrong. I am Valentina Rossellini, Alessandro's fiancée, armed with three years of careful preparation, deadly poison, and a shattered heart.
As I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress, I knew this wasn't a wedding—it was Marco's funeral.
But why, as the poison began its work and his life slowly slipped away, did my heart shatter too? Was it because my revenge was finally complete, or because... I had truly fallen in love with this man?
Every night, I lay in my enemy's arms, listening to him whisper sweet declarations of love in his sleep. He had no idea that the woman beside him was the very avenger he sought, the "insignificant nobody" he'd dismissed so casually.
But I could never replace her—Bianca, his white moonlight, the woman who died five years ago yet still occupied the deepest chambers of his heart. Her photograph hung prominently in the living room like a queen overseeing her domain, watching me—the fraud who dared take her place. Even in our most intimate moments, Marco would drunkenly murmur her name.
"Val, sometimes when I look at you, it's like seeing her..."
Each word was a knife twisting in my heart. I came here for revenge, only to find myself trapped in an even more agonizing prison—I was jealous of a dead woman, jealous of a perfect memory that could never be surpassed.
Marco Santangelo thought he'd found Bianca's perfect replacement, a shadow to fill the void left by his white moonlight. But he was wrong. I am Valentina Rossellini, Alessandro's fiancée, armed with three years of careful preparation, deadly poison, and a shattered heart.
As I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress, I knew this wasn't a wedding—it was Marco's funeral.
But why, as the poison began its work and his life slowly slipped away, did my heart shatter too? Was it because my revenge was finally complete, or because... I had truly fallen in love with this man?