Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret

y above the dinner table. In that frac

didn't hesitate. He

"fragile" first love, Mia, to the flo

y metal slammed into my leg

ng into the beige carpet, Dante was screami

e road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's a

al blow was

gh a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls t

ction because Dante was too

, expecting me to be waiting there to beg fo

ed divorce papers

he death certificate

a note. I didn'

silence he deserved, an

pte

Ross

tilted o

m that matched the sharp, stabbing

cold marble floor of t

e top of the grand stair

e empty. Her

ice echoing sharply off the vaulted ceiling. "She

i

p, but my left arm gave

ch vibrated thro

nd wet and weak a

ak doors cr

nt

e. His tuxedo was immaculate, a stark, crue

sto

wept over

saw

line, staining the white marble crimson

he loo

r, sobbing, her chest heaving in

e mo

dn't move

ushing past my crumpled body withou

rgent stride chilled

athed as he r

ened. He didn't stop to che

girl into his arms, shielding he

wailed into his chest. "She'

is hand stroking her hair.

d to lif

" I whi

t as a bro

. His eyes were bl

aving your father over a p

oice paralyzed me

hed me,"

into his coat. "Don't be mad at her, Dante

ng him like a

listening t

ough to freeze the blood on my face. "If she has the st

o his arms, cradling

o descend

polished sho

Step

the botto

over my legs to

n't he

were nothing more than debr

y guard who was staring in horror. "Ge

inting helplessly at me. "Mrs.

said without looking b

wung shut b

hed back in

The crystal chandelier bl

dn't

he loved her. It was

ce. The old obligatio

n over, dropping to

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sed m

inding, but the hollow sp

leeding on the floor to comfo

ws wer

his wif

e he hadn't figured o