Shattered Vows: The Don's Runaway Queen

ntouchable wife of the city's most

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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

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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