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“Listen to me very carefully. You will marry me; you will pay for your sins and you will die at my hands.”
“I will break you, Julianna Romano.” You can’t break what’s already broken.
This marriage was his vengeance – the vows would not be of love, but of hatred. His retaliation. My atonement. One imperfect marriage.
“To hurt you, to break you… and to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender; I vow to be the villain in your story.” “… And to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” “In health and in sickness, through sorrow and pain, for all the days in my life, I will be your worst nightmare.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Killian,” Julianna muttered, her voice soft and broken. “Not for us,” I said. “Not for us,” she agreed.
“I came into your life, bringing tragedy with me,” I whispered. “Love can kill while still keeping you alive to feel it. How deadly it is, how painful, how cruel.”
Because my truth was that… I fell in love with Killian Spencer when I was seventeen years old. But I only ended up killing his heart.
“This is your jugular vein. I could easily slit your throat and end this but you don’t deserve such an easy death. I will make sure you suffer more than my Gracelynn has.”
If I wanted to win this battle, I had to play dirty. Like Killian had done to me multiple times. He had pushed so many of my buttons, that I had come undone and I didn’t know how to stop.
But he’d find love again with someone worthy of him. And that was all that ever mattered. Since the beginning.
“I plummeted into chaos because your love was everything beautiful and pure, but my love was everything deceitful and destructive. So, I didn’t just fall in love with you, Killian. I crawled, on my knees, bleeding for you. So, it was real. Every moment, every smile, every kiss… it was real and it hurt.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate. And I just realized that I love you as much as I fucking hate you, Julianna.”
To my utter delight, he grasped my hand in his. “Killian.” “Killian,” I breathed, his name rolling on my tongue. His hand squeezed mine. “What are you doing, Julianna?” “Re-writing our story.”
But I knew one thing for sure. I didn’t want a life where there was no Julianna.
He lied, while his hands were tainted with blood. He killed to protect me and our baby.
