The Discarded Wife's Revenge On The Don

of espresso, when I heard my husband promise his si

Don's wife meant s

ith an ultimatum from our enemies to ch

lding his mistress, Debbi, who was fak

ht with her, leaving me in th

murdered by his rivals, weaponizing

ven mourned me after he eventual

ity guard was an undercover FBI

a quiet life running a bistr

ove the door chimes

e he is. The husban

ith guilt, but with a te

orld to fix his mistake. He

already reaching for t

ymore, Brennan. I

pte

um, balancing a tray of espresso, when I heard my husband prom

y didn'

dn't

e shadow of the Sterling Syndicate to be decorative, silen

hing through my v

dden, violent

nson was no

s the

e gutter, stepping over bodies to claim the throne of

I was hi

e dark, possessive eyes that promised murde

rack in the door, deep and rough like gravel grinding against stee

sneered back. "She is pure. She doesn't have

ld keep Alyssa safe. The Family comes first, but my happiness... I am

took t

he marble floor, the sound like a guns

swung open

n stoo

piece suit, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolle

't look

ked an

e broken china and the spilled coffee as i

Debbi?"

hest felt like it had been ho

ern you," he said

"I am the daughter of the man who made you.

an la

cold, d

roof. You have money. You have the

tell me you aren't sleeping with a civi

es nar

, charged with the violence that

ngs from me?" h

ached

was going to

ged shard of the broken e

ster than I

into the skin of my ch

ep cut, but it

oss my face, followed by

od fr

shard up, inspectin

You are a trophy. Trophies do not make demands. This is a rem

ped the

ed against

ck on me. "And get ready for the gala. Wear something tha

nto his study an

dripping onto the colla

just cut

tether that b

fingers slick with my own blood, and

when the old Con

e was rough with s

my husband's study. "The extraction plan you mad

was a

what ha

said. "I am dead to him. Now,