Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Don's Lost Wife

ed to give me a child, claiming a "Blood

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I found the surrogacy contract

was no

to carry his legacy while I played the ro

a massive steel sculpture sn

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't look

ld Aria, leaving me to be

hing him frantically check her for scrat

me. He was too busy playing house

I left my wedding ring on th

e and fell to his knees begging for a second c

his wif

e rival billionaire who had just bough

pte

rchives, clutching the document that proved my husband was

avy, the edges biting into t

surrogacy

ract. It was a comprehensive payou

ying the role of the immaculate trophy wife to Bennett Vital

pos. I had laughed at

woman who kept his public image pristine while h

I had begged h

in his rough, blood-stained hands, sw

ned it the Vit

hat every son born to a Vitale destroyed the mother during

s sacrifice. I thought his refusal

again, burning as the words b

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ped to the back of the folder that s

e floor, my silk dress pooli

as feminine, loop

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needs. I promise to keep our secret until the baby is born. You are so generous to

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m suddenly felt to

as if I could physically forc

was no

was no

a strategic alliance-and Aria, the woma

nsaction between my father and Don Randolph S

nse eyes and promised that we would make it wo

ess shoes echoed outs

nto the wrong box, my heart hammerin

checked my reflection

looked like a beautif

d stepped back into the gala, s

ingly handsome in his tuxedo, a lethal kind of power radi

saw

that used to make my stomach flip. Now, i

and around my waist, pullin

ed, his lips brushing the she

," I lied, my voice st

ng my temple. "We should go home. I

peated, the word

ming in at the dock

as l

n him, acrid and sharper t

slightly. "Don't let me k

sion crossing his face at my sudden

up to you, Kel

ed away, disappear

owing exactly whose

wasn't in

rrings and a fake smile, realizing that the ma