My Husband Fell for My Would-Be Killer Chapter 07

My Husband Fell for My Would-Be Killer Chapter 07

I left the devastated Roman behind and brought the unconscious Noemi before Renzo’s memorial

portrait.

I’d interrogated every last traitor, but they all gave me the same answer.

There was no recovering Renzo’s body.

They even told me he’d been cut apart piece by piece while he was still conscious.

The thought made me order someone to give Noemi a shot of epinephrine.

It worked fast. Noemi jerked awake, gasping for air.

After a long while, she finally caught her breath. But when she saw Renzo’s photo, she showed no

fear at all.

Instead, she mocked him.

“The old man was a loyal dog, I’ll give him that. He dared defy me for you, so I had him chopped up and fed to the dogs!”

“Not even a scrap of bone was left!”

There was nothing left of the innocent woman Noemi had always pretended to be around Roman.

Now she was vicious and bloodthirsty.

Maybe this was who she’d really been all along.

My face remained calm, but my hand curled into a fist.

“Why?”

Noemi’s face twisted as she roared, “Why? Because you stole everything from me!”

“Why did I have to be born in a red-light district even though I was a Bellacorte? My father had to live every day in fear because of all of you, and in the end he sank into depression and died!”

“And you? You were born the Principessa of Bellacorte Family. You had a father and brothers who adored you. Even Roman loved you! Why did you get everything?”

I stared at her.

“So you meant to kill me when you hit me with the car, didn’t you? Then why didn’t you kill me

while I was unconscious?”

Noemi gave me a contemptuous smile.

“Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to keep you alive, make your life hell, and force you to watch

Roman and me play the happy couple?”

“You probably don’t know this, but Roman and I fucked right beside your bed more than once.

Roman even said it made things more exciting!”

Noemi laughed wildly, openly gloating over my humiliation.

I had someone bring me a syringe.

Her laughter finally stopped.

Fear filled her face.

“What is that? Beatrice, what are you going to do?”

I nodded to the soldier, and they forced Noemi to the floor and injected the liquid into her

bloodstream.

Before long, a blissful look spread across her face.

I walked over and looked down at her.

“Noemi Vieri-no, Noemi Bellacorte. Has anyone ever told you that arrogance never ends well?”

“Your father was an illegitimate son born to one of God knows how many mistresses my grandfather kept. And he still poisoned my father’s water and tried to kill him.”

“My father spared him out of mercy, only for you to turn out just as vile as he was.”

Noemi’s eyes grew increasingly unfocused, but, she still had enough awareness left to lunge at me.

I stepped aside easily and smiled.

“I’m not going to kill you. For the next seven days, I’ll give you one dose of this every day. By the

end of it, you’ll be completely hooked and unable to go without it.”

“Then I’ll stop.”

“After that, you’ll have to figure out how to get it yourself.”

“I hear the withdrawal is brutal. If you can’t get another dose in time, it can feel like millions of ants

are tearing you apart from the inside.”

With that, I turned and walked away without looking back.

Behind me, Noemi was still screaming.

“Beatrice, damn you! I hope you die a horrible death!”

I couldn’t have cared less.

After all, from now on, she would probably be the one wishing she were dead.