No Longer Your Bridge: The Heiress Awakens

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over Selena to pro

screamed in agony, feeling the life sli

, Liv! It would have

his son. But I

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my ex

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was

ago, I had been

tio tables of our Hamptons estate, humming a

and I had poured my entire inheritance-millions of dollars of

future. I believed I was was

rge hands spanning my waist, thumbs pressi

ered, his breath hot against the sensitive s

the cold world he inhabited. Being the wife of a Capo in the Bratva-

ling the hard muscle of a man who killed

today?" I had asked

able. "I am always happy when I have you right

The lingering scent of perfume he claimed

that charming, dangerous smil

hysterical. You know the family

od help me, I wan

anicured lawn, the illusion di

genuine, unguarded laugh

man with raven hair and featu

the

, waving me over. His voi

cousin, Selena

gs feeling like they

netic pull snapping between Michael an

of two people wh

elena said. Her voice

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stopped

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of warmth. "It's a nickname, Liv. Don't start w

apkin, his hand lingering on her lower back

took a sip of her champagne, her eyes narrowing

were watching a tragedy she h

my throat. I excused myself,

o find his phone. I needed proo

he one room I was explic

t care

drawers, my hands

journal tucked behind a row o

otos spilled ou

and Selena tangled in bed sheets. M

ck five years. Be

marked page. Michael's han

accounts, and her womb will give me a spare. But she is just a ves

pa

y was

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incubator with

: *She is a bridge to

the cracking sound of my heart b

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random piece of paper, pretending t

me, and for a split second

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the screen, h

he said abrupt

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You're good at

even kiss

in the room that held the writ

im run to his car. Selena was alre

g me standing in the

d from the journal. It was just m

ver lighter

y smiling face until ther

bird. I was

done being