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A bomb was strapped to my chest, with only a ten-minute countdown.
I was forced to call Don Logan Carbone, my boyfriend, "I've been kidnapped! Don't—"
"What the hell are you playing at?" he snarled. "I told you I was handling business. How dare you joke about this!"
His furious roar came through the phone, followed by the sweet, coquettish voice of another woman.
Even the kidnappers shook their heads and sighed. "Logan doesn't give a damn about this whore. We grabbed the wrong one."
Before the world went white, I sent my last text. Goodbye, Logan. I hope we never meet again.
My body was obliterated. But my soul was trapped, chained to his side.
And then, I overheard a secret.

A Bomb for His Beloved

A year later, Logan and Alessia's wedding was in preparation. More accurately, only Alessia was busy with it, buzzing with excitement.


As for Logan, he threw himself into the family's bloody affairs, numbing himself with violence and killing. He practically lived at the family's headquarters.


Luca saw Logan like this and began to worry. But he just shook his head and continued to deal with corpses and the blood of enemies.


For the past year, I had been following him.


I witnessed him pretending to be normal during the day, only to cry at night while holding my picture. He constantly confessed his love and apologized to my memory.


But I had no reaction to anything he said. By this point, I didn't even hate him anymore. I just wanted to leave him.


Unfortunately, I couldn't. Some mysterious force kept me tethered to him.


I began to despair. Perhaps I was fated to be entangled with him for all eternity.


Chapter 9