My Ex's Regret: Married To His Enemy

Chapter 2

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mputer screen flashed. The

shrill, electronic summons cutting

eiver. His tone was cold and authoritative. "She needs help managi

k drawers, silently pull

give you your rightful rank back," Kieran continu

to a cardboard box, the heavy

" Kieran said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "If y

him sitting in his massive office, arrogant and unt

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n my bones, making each movement a negotiation against grav

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rabbed my shoulders. Someone lifted me off the ground, and

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liquid automatically. Someone forced a piece of dark choc

leather booth. Kieran was leaning over me, his ha

a flicker of irritation tight

I sat up straight and wiped my

aid coldly. "You

lid into the booth across from me.

y signaling a waiter. "Elena likes this sp

e was commanding it, using her a

he deliberately leaned her head against Kieran's

o ash in my mouth. I picked up my glass and d

burner phone. He placed it dead center on the table between us,

me to pick it up, call his office line, beg

looked up at Kieran, meeting

ers brushing the smooth casing

dark, victorious

pitcher of ice water on the table, watching the dark shape

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My Ex's Regret: Married To His Enemy

The Edge Mafia

“For eight years, I was the Falcone mafia's top fixer and the Don's secret fiancée, taking bullets to keep his syndicate alive. But when my mother was crashing from heart failure, he refused to authorize her lifesaving surgery. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the crowded ballroom, begging him to make the call. Instead, Kieran didn't even flinch. He sat there meticulously folding a paper bird for his new favorite, Elena. "You are causing a scene, Sienna," he scolded me coldly. "And you completely forgot to pick up Elena's custom gown today. I am not rewarding your tantrums." He then publicly stripped me of my executive rank, gave my hard-earned Underboss title to Elena, and made a show of praising her-while the vintage diamond ring he had chosen in her favorite style still sat on my finger. I had died on the operating table three times to build his empire, yet he was willing to let my mother die over a delayed dress. The desperation in my gut congealed into a block of ice, and my lingering love completely burned away. I took off the ring and walked straight out of the Falcone estate into the freezing night. Outside, the Matriarch of his deadliest rival was waiting in an armored SUV. "My clinic can save her," she said smoothly. "But you know the price." I didn't even hesitate. "I will marry your son."”