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To help Pure Love pass his assessment, my top spy wife made me a live target.
"Don't worry, Brady's aim is steady. He won't hurt you."
I trembled in fear, so she welded me to the target post with thick iron.
"Be good, stay still. If Brady fails the test, he'll be sent to northern Myanmar."
Pure Love secretly switched the foam bullets for real ones, riddling my body with holes, blood pooling on the ground.
Just as Darling came to check on me, he fainted at the sight of blood. So Darling abandoned my bullet-ridden body and rushed him to the hospital.
I was rescued, turned away, and never looked back.
But I heard that Darling, in an effort to make me return to her, shot herself 99 times.

Darling Shot Me Dead and Lived to Regret It

The phone call cut off abruptly as Nora hung up, fearing she might lose control of her murderous impulses.


After being coldly rejected, Vera dialed Scarlett. "Bring Brady to me," she demanded.


Under the cover of night, Brady found himself bound at the shooting range by Vera's hand.


Just like me, welded to the target post.


"Have you lost your mind? Vera, how could you do this to me? It hurts so much, please stop, I'm begging you!"


Molten iron cascaded over his arms and ankles.


His agonized screams pierced the night sky, but Vera seemed deaf to his cries.


"You're too noisy. Zephyr wasn't nearly as talkative as you."


She poured another mouthful of scalding metal down Brady's throat, causing him to convulse in agony.


At twenty, I led my eighteen-year-old sister Nora to Vera.


"Big sister, I want to follow you. My brother... he wants to protect... you."


I did everything I could to get close to Vera, encouraging her when she was down, offering my body to celebrate her joys.


Chapter 8