The Runaway Heiress's Defiant Comeback

ished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daught

. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celeb

s secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car

posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entir

ing cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that

, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While the

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take me to the amusement park for my birthday. He lied. I found him there with

nvinced I was the cherished, long-lost heiress, finally secure in my place.

e, almost absentminded gesture. His thumb traced my jaw,

ket over the cold space in

s managing for the Family, a move calculated to paint me as incompetent in front of my father, the Don. My parents tol

n, my best friend,

" she said, stirring her latte with more force tha

, defending a narrative I de

screen in a hopeful, girlish message to Ivan. Can

was swift.

amily busines

his time, it was laced with something shar

a. A man that conveniently busy is hiding something." She leaned fo

fertile ground of my n

tower of steel and glass. Ivan's secretary, a young woman

I... I wasn't

olding up a paper bag wi

s... at the Reese Gallery. In the W

throat. A cold dread, thick and suff

I pulled up to the gallery, I saw it. My father's bla

ust aware. The

dark hair and a smile that was a perfect, devastating copy of my own. Ivan was laughing, a relaxed, u

oed in the silent cavern of my chest. "Daddy, can

ed with me, drifted through the slightly ajar doo

. It was the s

n Ivan's arm. "Does she sus

und. "Aliana? She's a sweet, naiv

It was the exact same possessive, almost ab

e'd claim he was sterile. They would "adopt" Leo. Make him the sole, legitimate heir to the Donovan-Hughes line.

in my hand. A

of you.

hism, a fault line cracking through the bedrock of my soul. It didn't break me. It did

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