My Husband Sold Me to the Don

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with Hudson's bruised ego. By the time we entered our master bedroom,

uiet house. He didn't turn on the main lights. The room, decorated with the

toward me, his hands grasping my shoulders, shaking me slightly as if to wake me from a nightmare he had orchestrat

error of a naive girl. "But Hudson... you're my husband," I whisper

make me comfort him for his own betrayal. "It was Freddie Solis. The Consigliere came to me yesterday. He said the Don had seen y

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ddie Solis, the Falcone family's terrifying Consigliere, had forced Hudson's hand. But I knew better now. Solis di

Hudson wept, his tears soaking through the silk

is confession was too much to bear. My fingers brushed against the cold silver o

ooked shattered, her eyes hollow. "Then I am ruined," I murmured, lifting the sh

from my hand. He threw it across the floor and pulled me into a cru

en to me, Isabella. This... arrangement. It stays between us and the Don. No one else will ever know. I swear it on

, collapsing against h

issing the top of my hea

cold sneer that curled my lips. *I believed

ing. He slept soundly, unburdened by conscience, believing he ha

darkness pressing down on me. His vow of secrec

with the force o

g room, clutching a glass of water, trying to make myself invisible. Hud

losing.

ar across his nose, leered at me.

g grin plastering his face. "She's not lonely. She's serving the fam

n basked in it. He didn't protect my honor; he spent it like currenc

me, my reputation, and eventually, the lives of my mother and daughter. He would do it again.

k was exposed, vulnerable. It would be so easy to end him

chaos? Fine. I would be the one

row, the Devil of Chicago was sending a car for me. And this time, I wouldn'