The Vanished Wife's Revenge: No Turning Back

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nte Vitiello wasn't my savior; he

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offer comfort. Instead, he forced me to sign ann

marry Sofia Moretti-the very woman who killed my moth

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ouse, a glass cage floating high above the

t behind his mass

treets of Brooklyn red to secure his family's throne. He looked like a da

ght of the betrayal pressing against my throat. "She killed her. The arsen

ce at the papers I had

poke suit, his movements precise

y stomach turn. "Sofia Moretti is a guest of this family. Her father controls the weap

ng. "It is a fact. My mother is dead because Sofia wanted to send

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dalwood and gunpowder. Th

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civilian. She

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him. Really

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just a prettier ve

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hand s

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digging into my skin, tilting my head b

azy things, Elena. A mental breakdown after a parent's death is quite commo

as if I were

turning his back to me. "To protect our fu

dn't

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and wal

go to our

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in the mirro

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ing into his steak. "You're looking

asked, pushing a pea around my

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mother

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sn

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gracious,

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