Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don
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lum, swallowing pills to cure
the medication
, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a C
to leave him, his new wife staged
r proof. He didn't
s and dragged me behind a helicopter ac
y skin was flayed and my bones shattere
the dirt, convinced he
threw at me and vanished, letting
New York as "Echo," the elusive a
lars for a painting of a woman's scarred back, desperat
ng for a second chance, swearing
who once held my hea
to the man sta
," I said, linking
husb
pte
Philli
he Swiss asylum, my fingers turning wh
had been ready to surprise the D
e with the truth: the medication I had swallow
script. And the author
a professional sort of pity before slip
arrived, Miss," she had whispered, a
as I boarded the
haking fro
y father's fresh grave to keep me safe had l
n Fr
he Francis C
g of Ne
rble, taking a bullet meant for the King. He was the man who had wipe
e, I had b
and went straigh
a place where the city's darkest deals were sealed o
d shocked to see the ghost of the Don
anary he was nursi
veryone
g like a shadow into the service e
through the soles of my shoes,
I sa
sofa, looking like a god of
held a glass of amber liquid, his eyes scanning the ro
just loo
ded him, laughing
of them said, leaning in. "The Go
a slow sip
s voice was a low rumble that
eap," the Capo chuckled. "But it bought
fr
ped in a throat suddenl
ria
glass, looking bored. "But her father's distribution routes
ract
. I wasn't the daughter
a loos
" the Capo asked. "
of emotion. "She thinks she needs the clinic. As long as s
ami
my purse felt
e question my own mind, made me believe I was broken, just so he
d away
hit somet
un a
ncis sto
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like polished river stones. She didn
lted Chanel bag and pull
, a peace offering th
she said, her voice barely a whisper over the
at the
My voice sounded foreig
Consider it severance pay. Go back to Europe.
wn at the b
completely unaware that hi
the e
wanted their
e I needed
paper until it crinkled in my fist.
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