My Ex's Regret: Married To His Enemy

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to force your hand for eight years.

ox, its bottom groaning under the weight of the file

eared hurting me

walked towa

my eye, I saw Kiera

tly, and a hesitation

ep forward. But h

ously handed over the Syndicate's i

every political bribe, and every hi

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are throwing a fit over nothing.

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refused to process that

ike it was woven into m

I pressed the

ter of the living room just as the moving cre

private elevator. Kieran and El

s of expensive groceries, and they w

e to cook dinner, acting as if the hulking shapes

tracks and looked a

her voice a carefully constru

at the boxes, pointedly

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to be married ou

r to the floor-to-ceiling windows and g

arried from this very pentho

white roses on

oceries down on t

and smiled, his reflecti

ned with a warm, genuine affe

nt complet

ses on th

ral setup Kieran had o

ad never cared about the details of our Mafia wedding. The realizat

ered to ask me

s fantasies from five years ago

as if a rib had snapped and pierced

ast them in silence. I just needed to get

e of the movers

ed my h

s grip on a massive, solid ma

eting straig

nding path. He never once looked back at me. The marble crashed down where I stood, and I raised my hands too late-a useless, instinctive gesture. The imp

ling fingers, spattering in thick drop

esome, terrifying, and a final, blood