His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms

car on Chace's chest, believing it wa

because "tonight changes everything." I walke

llroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide hi

he daughter of

m the public humiliation, he didn't flinch. He just leaned

ber is for pleasure. Do

me to stay as his mistress, threatening to dig up my d

ht I had nowhere to go because of

as w

t my phone and texted the one n

Don. The monster

d Oath. My father's deb

nds later, buzzing agains

riage. You belong

as laughing with his new fi

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chest and called it a receipt for his love. I believ

white silk gown he had ordered me to wear, watching him slid

was just a distraction while he

loses caskets in this city. He is the heir to an empire built on bl

ivilian he protected from t

read, glowing on my screen at 8:00 AM. "

hing* as a vow. A ring. A

myself into something worthy of his world. I curled my hair into the soft waves

a bride. I fel

e Grand Syndicate Gala's crystal chandeliers,

gerous men. The air is thick, vibrating with the spec

he stage before I see him. The le

& Warren

ped in a throat suddenl

y handsome in his tuxedo, the harsh stage light

n't looki

ing at Kar

k, sharp, and cruel-a Mafia Princess raised to wield

ed by the microphone, booming through the silence

elvet box fr

apphire setting he told me was too fragile to wear, th

too fragile. I was

t onto Kary

The sound is deafening, a f

a ghost haunting

y move like royalty, shark-like and smooth. When the

n them. Only a cold

ard me. The crowd p

e warmth he used to pour into my ear. "I want you to

ly fr

f sleeping in his bed, of tending his wounds, of lov

t doesn't reach her dead eyes. She

intends to spit out on the carpet. "Chace has told me s

ond earrings catching

is ours alone. "Every King needs a peasant to warm his bed when the Quee

ns, acid risin

my eyes to say something. To c

to lower his voice. "Karyn is for power. Embe

loud break. It is the quiet, final s

ot an

l out my phone. My hands are s

upposed to use. A ghost from my father's gambling debts. A

Mos

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e, my thumbs movi

d Oath. My father's deb

it

ediately. Men like Keith Mosley d

zes in my palm th

riage. You belong

d resting possessively on the small of her back. He looks hap

own at t

s of a traitor, or t

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