Shattered Vows: The Don's Runaway Queen
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my phone. It ended with a listening device I planted, hearing my husband tel
eached its peak a
ring my jewelry, claiming my husb
leave, Liam gr
, and the pain in my
g out in my white gown, losing the unborn so
n't kneel
ess from the paparazzi and walked away, leavi
with an empty womb and a "
ad child. He thought I would ju
as w
initiated th
, drove it to the docks, and wa
d to Liam, Maya
And I'm going to burn h
pte
ya
china cup worth more than most mid
ty minutes ago. It bore my husband's signature on the bill, and in
against the saucer-a s
ration of war against the illusion I had
penthouse, the city of New York spraw
e man who made grown men weep for mercy with a mere twitch of his finger.
ooled myself
Blurry, hasty, but unmistakable. The receipt bore the logo of The
s didn't shake. In this world,
trusted soldiers, patrolling the perimeter of the terrace. Usuall
e glance
re of pity and something darker. Mockery? He looked away too quickly w
um suddenly felt thin
to look, but the itch was under my skin,
again. The "E
ure. But the comments... they were everywhere. Specifically, appearing under the posts
night,"* Empire Lover had co
sit where it belongs,
o's averted eyes, the pieces of a jagged puzzle began to
ay, smelling of cigar smoke and expensive scotch.
at used to make me feel elegant, but now sounded lik
nd," I told Marco. "We hav
a second. "The Boss said he woul
ice like chipped ice. "
er, and expensive perfume. I walked in, head high, the living picture of the dutiful Maf
I saw
evastatingly handsome, radiating that dark, magnetic danger that had
d me to marry him, to ignore the blood on his hands beca
was firm, possessive. To the room, we were the power coupl
onight, Maya," he whi
warm. His ton
felt n
the frequency was dead. I looked at him-really looked at him-and
aid. My voice sounded
t immediately. He waited, finishing his drink, pl
ng at the pe
A message preview f
e you like. Room 402. Do
spinning. It didn't ex
guilty. He didn't look surprised. He just tapped out
around
n the real h
ne. He saw the message. And he smirked. It was a small, fl
y k
all
ated on. I was being managed. I was the punchline of a joke told in every backroom of the orga
r tears. I remembered swearing I would never be her. I remembered Liam promising me, on his knees, holdi
family, Maya. And y
i
asked, his hand squeezing m
e," I lied. The
ions," Liam said, checking his watch. "Em
said. "Busine
orehead. It fe
est. I'll make
but toward the elevators that led t
and the laughter, feeling the cold weight
lked out the front doors, past the wait
go home
and dialed a number
steady, terrifyingly calm. "I need you to find something
d looked at
e. And I was standing in the eye of it, wat