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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.

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Shock

Marcella stopped a taxi and got in. Aiden got in with her. Marcella couldn't care less. She gave the address of Paul Romano's residence.

Paul Romano's house was on the Upper East Side. The traffic tested her patience. But Aiden's voice irritated her more. He's been asking her for the past thirty minutes if she had any idea about this and that. He didn't stop questioning her although she answered "Don't know" to all of his questions.

She didn't know if he was being an ass purposefully or if he was that dumb. She wanted to push him into the traffic just to stop hearing his voice.

But she didn't have the luxury to go to jail now. She has to see her sister.

"Is this a good idea to visit Paul Romano? That guy didn't let you visit your sister when she was alive. He's not~"

"I know. Will you please shut up?" She snapped at him.

Aiden waved his hand in a surrendering motion. 'Don't get mad. I'm just worried for you…"

Marcella felt bad for snapping at him seeing his apologetic face. He must have work and yet he is here to support her. She would be better alone, but his thought counted.

Ah, it's Aiden. He probably has his own agenda. But he's here, right?

Marcella's head hurt as she contemplated. She couldn't trust Aiden but she didn't want to be nasty to him when all he did was try to be supportive.

"Sorry… just leave me in my thoughts, Aiden. I know you want to support me, but, please… My sister is…"

She couldn't control her tears. Burying her head in her hands, she started to sob. Aiden patted her back.

"It's okay… It'll be fine…"

Aiden spoke in a soothing voice. They reached the exquisite brownstone mansion. There were security personnel standing by the door. There were also some people arriving probably to say their condolences in person.

Paul Romano is a big shot in the city. Everyone would want to make his acquaintance.

She joined the group that was entering. They reached the foyer with no problem. In the foyer, there was security patting down the people. Although no one looked impressed by getting treated like a criminal, no one complained.

No one but Aiden. "I told you! I don't carry! How dare you touch me…! I'm Senator Bobart's Chief of Staff. It's not a good demonstration to treat Senator Bobart's right-hand man like a lowly drug runner!" he voiced his opinion.

No one cared.

Marcella worried if the noise Aiden was making would draw attention to them but she didn't see anyone she recognized anywhere.

From the foyer, they were asked to take the stairs to meet Paul Romano whose office was on the second floor.

Marcella was surprised no one recognized her. She sighed in relief as she took the stairs. It is best if she could meet and talk with Paul Romano. He might be gracious to her in these tough times.

She only got to the third stair when she heard someone shout from the drawing room on the first floor. She recognized the voice but she couldn't see his face as it was obscured by the flowing curtain.

"Stop her!"

The next moment, she saw a bunch of men running at her with their guns drawn at her. The others who were in front of her raised her hands. The men waved their guns at them gesturing for them to keep moving.

"Bambi, Bambi… I applaud you for your guts. Get down! You cannot "

The man who recognized her first stepped out of the room. He didn't even bother to draw his gun out and he had a cigar in his mouth.

Marcella clenched her hands to balls. His conceited, fake-caring tone was not the one that made her angry.

"Ah… Judas Iscariot…" Marcella smirked.

This man, no, she wouldn't place him equal to humans. He's a worthless worm who was lower than a snake's underbelly.

Mark Paulo—The man who used to be her father's right-hand man.

And yet, he betrayed her father and testified against her father in court. Her father got indicted because of him. But even his testimony couldn't give the court enough proof to convict her father.

Her father was not convicted. The court ruled that her father did nothing illegal.

Her father left the court that day with a bright smile knowing that he had won. And on the stairs of the court, he was shot to death.

She still believed it was one of Mark Paulo's men who did that.

Mark would have known that her father wouldn't let him live in peace. SO when he saw that her father was not going to be sent to jail, he decided to kill him.

But what is he doing in the Romano residence?

What is her father's betrayer doing in her sister's in-law's house?

It was public knowledge who Mark Paulo was. It's not like Paul Romano didn't know how Mark betrayed her father.

She was shocked beyond belief.

Paul Romano refused to allow her to attend her father's funeral because he was that "loyal" to Don DeAngelo, he hated the daughter he hated.

And yet, the guy who betrayed Don DeAngelo is sitting in the drawing room, taking care of the security details?

Marcella could see that nothing is what it appears to be. She could sense some conspiracy.

She got alert.

Welp, that's fishy, isn't it?

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