Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)

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ice quiet, almost questioning. "You're my ex-husband's uncle. You shouldn't

Carter," he says firmly, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. "And don't fucking remind me that you were married to that p

t his words... they almost make me feel like someone sees me, like someone feels the same fury

low and dangerous. He presses a soft kiss to my temple,

though comforting, feel distant. The pain of what I lost is too overwhelmin

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not one to disturb that. Instead, I pick up her empty plate and set it aside, pulling the

e ring still on her f

ring," I say quietly, tryi

s I gently slide it off her hand. Withou

clatter. I stare at it for a moment, my jaw clenching as I look at the symbol of betra

th, my gaze flicking back to her finger, the sk

he finds me strange, but there's something in

y, breaking the silence. "Uhh... Can I have

Shower?" I repeat, my tone controlled, the w

se, my steps deliberate. "You can have whatever you want, tesoro," I call

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ll the door open. My eyes widen as I look in the closet; lingerie, dresses, shorts, gowns, every piece in my si

used to joke about his "virgin uncl

ping a beat when I hear

orframe, watching my co

over his chest. "I might be single, but I'm not a

wly to face him. "You... bou

me. His presence is commanding as he looks aro

en's clothing. You'll find everything you need in here, lingerie, dresses, jeans, swim

y mind racing. How does he know

e reaches out to touch a delicate sapphire blue lingerie set. The

asing. He looks back at me, his expression shifting to some

lf-conscious about choosing

arkly, stepping closer until he's tower

nt of me?" His voice drops to a low murmur. "Yet

ns, and I feel the weight of his gaze on me, making my skin burn with heat.

simple black silk set with deli

. Thi

ie from his hand. I hide it behind my bac

decide to join you and wash your back myself." His tone is teasing, but the underlying

alone, to clear my head. "Uh... a dress?" I ask softly, reaching

d on me. "You can wear that,"

ious. I grab the dress and spin away

my chest. I close my eyes, trying to shut everything else out, but my thoughts are con

thrown away just for being infertile. I can't stop the tears from falling, even as I try to push the though