My Husband Fell for My Would-Be Killer Chapter 05

My Husband Fell for My Would-Be Killer Chapter 05

At the wedding, Roman was just about to exchange vows with Noemi when the thunder of helicopter rotors suddenly rolled across the sky.

Several helicopters were approaching in the distance.

The guests erupted in surprise.

“Anyone who can pull off a helicopter stunt like this over New York City has serious pull.”

“Ardizzone Dynasty actually has guests with that kind of influence?”

Roman, however, didn’t look pleased.

He frowned.

As the helicopters drew closer, two enormous banners unfurled beneath them.

They read:

[Congratulations to Roman Ardizzone, former head of Ardizzone Dynasty, on marrying the

murderer Noemi Vieri.]

[Congrats on marriage number two. May your bloodline end with you!]

Then sheets of paper began raining down from the helicopters.

Curious guests snatched them up and eagerly started reading.

They were copies of the will.

The crowd immediately erupted.

“So Emilio Ardizzone didn’t name Roman as his heir. Then how did Roman end up running Ardizzone Dynasty?”

“I heard he had powerful backing with ties to the Mafia. Nobody dared stand against him.”

“That explains it. I always wondered where a nobody like him came from. Turns out he took a position that belonged to someone else.”

Roman’s face turned livid as the whispers spread around him.

He shouted, “It’s fake. All of it.”

“I’m the rightful heir to Ardizzone Dynasty! My grandfather said so himself!”

The guests were clearly starting to doubt him.

That was when I stepped out of the helicopter.

Roman stared at me in shock, then stormed toward me.

“Beatrice, what the hell are you doing?”

“Just because I haven’t come to see you for two days, you’re pulling a stunt like this?”

Roman was trying to frame the whole thing with the will as nothing more than jealousy on my part.

Before I could respond, Massimo drove his fist straight into Roman’s face.

“Who the hell do you think you are, speaking to my sister like that?”

Roman clutched his face and stared at him in horror.

“How are you here?”

Massimo gave him a mocking look.

“Why? Did you think I’d be dead from poison by now?”

I frowned and looked at Massimo.

He gently patted my head.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. That rat tried to poison me, but I never drank it. He only ended up giving

himself away.”

“What I didn’t expect was that Roman knew about it too.”

Anger flared inside me as I turned to Roman.

He immediately panicked.

“No, Beatrice, I didn’t know! No! By the time I tried to stop it, it was already too late!”

I drove my foot into Roman’s stomach and sent him crashing to the ground.

Meanwhile, Gabriele strolled out of the helicopter at his own pace.

When he saw Roman on the ground, he actually applauded.

“You really do know how to make an entrance.”

Ignoring the pain in his stomach, Roman pointed at Gabriele in shock.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”