Shattered Vows: The Don's Runaway Queen
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der the bottom drawer of his maho
dealers used on street corners. It felt filthy
Why would there be? Who would dare sno
. His perfect
ox was
undress. Ava sunbathing on our yacht. Ava in the passenger
the
Liam. When are you
ission is. Image is everything. But
I scrolled until
ad evaporated in the heat of a rage so cold it
back exactly w
s shimmered in the moonlight. Liam had planted them for our first anniversary. He had hired
se phone and dialed
His voice was grog
the
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hem gone by sunrise. I want nothi
. the
ice slicing through the s
ung
ologies, for silence. I pulled them off the hangers, piling them onto the floor like ca
ekeeper: *Donate to the wom
him. Scraping
opened downst
ressed in a simple silk robe, staring a
t slightly rumpled. He smelled of *her*. That cloying, flor
ticed, weary smile of a man ca
wn and wrapped his arms around me from behind, bury
touched me. It took every ounce of my willpower not
he noted, pullin
sleep well
y I was gone so long. The uni
ere," I said,
d out a long, thin velvet box. "I pi
celet glittered inside. It was hea
no move to take it. "Is this the
ted to mine, searching for a crack in the mask. Then he laughed, a low
ig
the screen and sighed. "I have
bathroom, closing t
ere he had tossed his shirt. I picked
5. Ava's
ed over. The room spun. I rushed to the
't just
as it touched my flat stomach. My period was lat
te clinic in Queens, far away from the fa
octor handed me a bl
id, smiling gently. "You'
ny image. A tiny, pu
ch
's c
ways wanted. The "
of the city was deafening, a chaotic symphony that matched the st
nclair. She must have stolen my num
m was asleep, shirtless. Ava was kissing his chee
with me. Don't worry, I'
asound photo in my h
n into this, it would be a pawn. A bargaining chi
ouse was empty. Lia
r wedding date. I opened it and placed the ultrasound photo inside
cked
ction in the mirror.
ot br
rpe
hand on m
ispered to the nothingness.
e of my mind. It was crazy. It was
ad to die so tha