Divorced My Mafia Husband, Married My Brother-In-Law

June's POV

“Revenge?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest.

Killian lowered himself into the chair beside me with a dark dangerous look in his piercing gray eyes.

“Yes, revenge. Think about it, June. You’ve been betrayed by the two people who were supposed to love you the most. You need to make them pay.”

A dark form of excitement rose within me. This was exactly what I needed.

I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the ache in my body. “So you want revenge on April?” I said.

Killian smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I gave her everything, and she spat in my face, so yes, I want revenge on April. She might be your sister but—”

I cut him off. I didn't care if she was my sister. “Why did you reach out to me?” I asked curiously.

A cruel smile spread across his lips. “I didn’t want to have all the fun. You’ll play a very important role in my plan.”

I crossed my arms, “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Marry me,” Killian stated simply.

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After I was discharged, I boarded a taxi to get home. I glanced at my phone with a bitter smile on my lips. There were no calls, no messages, nothing from Richard. I had been in the hospital for two days, and he hadn't noticed.

I stared out of the window lost in thought. Killian's proposal had been so crazy that I quickly turned it down.

I wanted revenge, but I wasn't about to enter another loveless marriage. I was done with that. He had given me his number in case I changed my mind. I wasn't going to.

I got home to see that April's car was in the driveway. It explained why Richard had totally forgotten that I existed.

I opened the door, and entered the house. Strange sounds reached my ears, and I paused.

I took slow steps following the strange sounds to the master bedroom, the same room that Richard and I had made love to so many times.

The door was slightly open, so it was easy to see what was going on in there.

My breath caught in my throat, and I froze.

Richard had April pinned against the bed, with his hands roaming her body, and his lips devouring her lips. Their clothes were scattered on the floor.

I knew that they had been sleeping together, but it felt so different now as I stared at them. There was no denying it. The betrayal pierced deeper into my heart, and tears welled up in my eyes. They didn’t even notice me standing there, watching.

“Oh baby, I have missed your body so much.” Richard moaned.

“Really? Don't tell me that my sister is not satisfying you?” April taunted, running her hands across his chest.

“She has never satisfied me, not the way you do.” Richard replied, breathlessly. “When I take over, I'll give you the world, my love.”

For a moment, I couldn’t move, my body was paralyzed by what I was seeing and hearing. But then, something inside me snapped.

I pulled out my phone, with shaking fingers, and I silently took several pictures.

Without a word, I turned around, grabbed Richard's car keys and left the house.

I entered his car, and stared at the pictures for a moment. I opened my messages, attached the photos, and sent them to Killian with a simple caption:

I accept your offer.

My phone vibrated almost immediately with his response, almost like he was waiting for me.

Killian: Good, I’ll be in touch soon. You and I will have so much fun together.

I leaned back in my seat, and a bitter laugh escaped my lips because it felt like I had just signed off my soul to the devil himself, but I wasn't worried, all I wanted was revenge.

I immediately drove to the law firm that Killian had told me about earlier.

The receptionist glanced up with a polite smile. “Good afternoon. How can we help you?”

“I'm looking for Jonathan Hayes. Tell him that Killian Romano sent me.” I said.

The receptionist's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded, typing on her keyboard. “Mr. Jonathan Hayes is currently free. I’ll take you to see him”

A few minutes later, I was taken to see Jonathan Hayes.

“Ms. Winslow,” he greeted, extending a hand. "It’s a pleasure. Please, take a seat. How can I help you?”

“I want a divorce from my husband, Richard Thorne.”