After My Groom Poisoned Me, He Married His Mistress Instead

Synopsis

The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my dressing room in the West Syndicate headquarters, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. I stood before the full-length mirror, examining my reflection with clinical precision. The white gown hugged my curves perfectly—a strategic choice that concealed the twin knives holstered at my thighs and the smaller blade tucked into my garter belt. "Perfect for a wedding," I murmured to myself, "or a funeral." My fingers traced the intricate lace pattern on the bodice, a gift from Kaiser's own hands. He had commissioned it specifically for today—our day. After years of blood and bullets, of building his empire together, we would finally stand as equals before his men and mine. The door opened behind me with a soft click. "Kaiser," I said, turning with a smile that froze on my lips. He wasn't alone. Kaiser stood in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light from the hallway.