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Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: 06/01/2026

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to dig my heels into the shifting rock

ked toward the shadows where the iron ken

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pressing my spine agai

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: the small, smooth surface of a lapis lazuli bead hidden in my pocket. It was the only thing I had left

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shed marble floor of the West Wing. S

place. She looked angelic, painted in soft pastel

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Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don
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“For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me-the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."”
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