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Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband

***Completed*** "I'll marry you if you promise to kiss me every day." On the harrowing day she lost her family, out of all the men she knew, Marcella didn't expect those words from "Sweet Baby" Tony. She thought he was not interested in her. She had to ask him for the marriage as she wanted to fulfil her sister's last wishes. She got married the day she suffered a horrifying loss. Don DeAngelo's youngest daughter became the wife of Antony Crawford. She didn't wait to think why he wanted to marry her when every men she knew wanted her for who her father was. She trusted him that much. But in a day, she learned that Tony was not so different from other men. What choice can she make? She can throw away the marriage and lose custody of her nephew, or... She chose to be married to him. Their marriage can be a deal. She needed him, he needed her. It's all fine. Except... What does Tony feel? Is their marriage all but a business transaction for him? What is the secret he is hiding? Why can't he reveal it to her? ----- *Excerpt* "We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell," she said looking into his eyes. The alluring mystique behind those blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. How can she hate and love someone this much? She must be missing a part of her brain. In the silence of the dining room, the candle flickered. The curve of his lips widened and in the romantic ambiance, the thin lines around his eyes gave her a thrill. "Quoting Oscar Wilde?" he chuckled comfortably, leaning forward. "Isn't that true in our case?" she asked. She observed him, trying to digest every single expression on his face. He went silent. His lips pressed to a line. His pensive eyes never left hers except for the few seconds when he placed down his cutleries. She still couldn't guess what goes on in that smart brain of his. It is this, she thought. I am a decently adventurous person. He's an adventure. Maybe that's his allure! "Then, Birdie," he stood up and walked to her. Marcella's back got stiff as she tried to figure out what he was going to do. Also, is that a pet name? Birdie? It's nice. But that came out of nowhere... She followed him with his eyes. He kneeled beside her and held her hand. Only when she felt the warmth of his big hand on hers did she realize that she had been holding her breath for a while. This man is going to be the end of her. It sucks when he does not feel even half of what she feels. "Let's be angels," he kissed her hand. With a smooth smile that reached his eyes, he looked at her. "Let's be each other's angels, and let's make this world our heaven." "You are..." Unable to find any words to say to him, she buried her face in her hand. Her chest was heaving as if she ran a marathon. This man surely is going to be the end of her. "What?" he chuckled while teasing her to show her face. "What am I?" "You're a brute, Mr. Crawford. That's what you are," she said trying to hold her stoic expression to relay her "disapproval" of his methods. But in front of his goofy smile, she lost. She lost, and she didn't feel defeated. She felt delighted in his presence. "Mark my words, Birdie. I am taking you to the White House," he said. Marcella opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. The determination shining in his eyes... He's not talking about a visit to the White House, is he? No way! No f*cking way! Her eyes widened. But he was smiling sweetly as always. He stood up and leaned to her ear. "Let's have today's kiss on the bed," he said. Before she could form a resistance, he picked her up and walked up the stairs. Again, Marcell pondered the one question she's been asking a lot lately. Whom did I marry? ----- Updates will be daily. Please support the book.

Golda Ā· Urban
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His Promise

After she finished eating, Tony brought her to the hospital. He took her in through the rear entrance that was closer to the mortuary.

The mortician was there, and he led them to the room where they kept her sister and brother-in-law. There were cops guarding the mortuary since this was a high-profile case.

Tony patted Marcella's hand gently and she stopped. Tony walked to the cops and she saw how suave he was as he clandestinely offered money to the cops. The cops went for a coffee break.

The mortician knocked on the door and the coroner stepped out. Marcella noticed that both of them had the same surname. They could be related.

Marcella noticed a little movement at the end of the hallway and she observed closely. There was someone hiding in the corner. But they didn't have cameras or recording devices.

Tony walked to her.

"It's very awful, Marcella. The coroner thinks a woman won't be able to handle the horrendousā€¦" He sighed seeing Marcella's determinant gaze.

Marcella was scared. But she needed to see how her sister died. Only then she can repay the ones who killed her appropriately.

Tony opened the door for her. Marcella shivered as the ice-cold air hit her. Tony removed his jacket and placed it on her shoulder. Marcella accepted his generosity.

Her eyes ended up on the tables in front of her. A white cloth was covering the tables. Marcella walked toward the one in the right side. The body looked smaller and she guessed that must be her sister.

She walked to the table. Her heart sank to her stomach as she pinched the white cloth. She suddenly didn't find he courage to look under the cover.

Noā€¦

She took in a deep breath trying to manifest courage from thin air. Clenching her jaws, she pulled the cloth down. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes.

She didn't have the guts to look.

Shutting her eyes as tight as she could, she found her hands trembling. It definitely was not because of the cold. She almost broke down crying when she felt a warmth covering her hand.

Tony's warmth gave her the courage to open her eyes. And what she sawā€¦

The corpse on the table definitely belonged to a woman. But it can't be her sister. Her sister was the prettiest woman on the planet. But the woman on the tableā€¦

Her face was swollen in many places. Her eyes were blackened and her lips were split in many places. Although she was washed, there were a lot of dark patches on her face and neck. Those were bruises.

Marcella's heart skipped a beat. She took a step forward and got closer to observing more.

"You cannot touch the body, Miss," the coroner said.

Marcella didn't even look at the coroner. Tony nodded at him and the coroner took a step back.

She picked up the hands and her heart fell seeing the bloody mess. Her left hand missed a couple of fingers, the fingertip of the middle finger in her right hand was sliced off, and none of the remaining fingers had fingernails.

Marcella knew what went on. She checked the abdomen for more clues. There must have been internal bleeding the entire abdomen looked black. She checked inside the mouth and a few teeth were missing.

Her sister was tortured before she was killed!

While Marcella was looking at her sister, Tony walked to the next table. The coroner walked with him and showed the wounds on Andrew Romano's body.

"He was tied and beaten up. But his wounds were not as severe as hers. The bullet wound on his back was the only major wound on his body. The bullet hit his heart and he died within minutes. By the angle of the entry wound and the abrasion marks on his wrists, we can assume that he got out of his tie and tried to protect his wife when the bullet took his life," the coroner explained.

Tony stood by the side clenching his jaws. His hands were stiff and went cold as he saw Andrew's body.

Marcella staggered back and hit on the trolley where the various medical equipment was kept. Tony rushed to her side and held her.

"I'mā€¦" Marcella patted Tony's chest and turned to face the coroner.

"Doctor, how long was she tortured for?" she asked. The tears that she managed to hold back started rolling down.

"For at least four to six hours," the coroner said. "After the torture, she was left to die on her own. They must have panicked after they shot her husband and ran awayā€¦ It's definitely gang-related. I've seen this tactic used on many victims involved in gangs. But maybe killing this couple was never their deal and that's why they panicked," the coroner gave his two cents.

Marcella didn't hear much of what the coroner said.

Six hours! Her sister was tortured for six hours! Was Maggie telling the truth? Was my sister tortured for my location?

"It should've been meā€¦" Marcella slumped on the floor. "It shouldn't be Mellissaā€¦"

Tony held her by the shoulders and pulled her up. "Marcellaā€¦" his voice shook. "Do not say thatā€¦"

"No, Tonyā€¦." Marcella sniffed. "You don't know. Maggie told me that they were only looking for me! They tortured my sister because of me! Of meā€¦"

She wept covering her face. She lost strength in her knees and almost stumbled down. Tony held her.

"Marcella, no one knows what happened. You cannot blame yourselfā€¦ Pleaseā€¦"

"Noā€¦" Marcella shook her head. "I know my sister died because of me. They killed my sister because she protected meā€¦" She started to sob. "Why wasn't she selfish? Did she forget about her son? They'd beaten her black and blueā€¦ she just gave birthā€¦ How much pain was she in? It should have been meā€¦"

"No!" Tony pulled her into his embrace.

She couldn't even stand straight. He wrapped his strong arms around her and held her close to his chest.

It can never be you, Marcella! I can never let anything happen to youā€¦

When he left his secret lair, he went to his office. There, they told him that a woman came looking for him. He figured out it was Marcella. Just by the direction she went, he figured that she must be planning on visiting Paul Romano.

With Paul Romano receiving the blackmail, Tony knew Paul would hand over Marcella to those kidnappers to preserve his family's pride. Paul didn't care about Marcella.

Tony couldn't let that happen. That's why he used the power of the congressman's office to have her detained. The entire night, they tried to figure out where they might be keeping the couple but they couldn't find out.

Only in the middle of the night could they find the deceased body of the couple. Tony couldn't be assured that Marcella was safe and that was the reason he kept her in the holding cell for the entire night to assess the situation.

He has his men keep on looking for anyone suspicious.

"We will find out who did this, Marcella," he patted her head. She was trembling in pain. "I promise."

I promise to make them pay for this!