Jilted By The Don: The Heiress Awakens

ing him rise from a scarred street soldie

eight-week-old heartbeat inside me, he canceled

innocence, untouched by t

hout hesitation, Dominic stripped me of my rin

forced me to chug raw moonshine to p

omach. I collapsed and miscarried our baby

wife laughed, point

d packs to manipulate you

o previous miscarriages on the run,

e cold floor of his club, thinking I wa

t know my tr

Family, I rolled up the tinted window of my armored S

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hia

of the Falcone Family-a man whose jaw was still slick with another woman's lipstick-informed me

the man beside whom I

Boss of the most feared syndicate in the city. He was a man who commande

belt, a motion made mechanical by ye

I knew too well bloomed on my skin. Then he leaned back int

is voice a smooth, polished stone, devoid of any fissure of guilt

n the car, a low thrum against the rhythmic

ed engine, refusing to turn o

an's legal husband, would be a discourtesy to my new br

ssed my lips. My hand moved to m

of an ultrasound scan. I had been waiting for the right si

I finally managed, th

harming, dangerous smile that had

trail through my hair. "But you must understand the nature of men, Sophia. We cra

djusted his e

stand in as a groom for the ceremony. It w

und paper in my pocket, the cr

n underground safehouses because we were constant

ly, looking out the tinted window. "It to

ng another woman for half a ye

, his gaze shifting back to the interio

hick, bulletproof glass of the

ndprints, pressed against

ed, and the sour taste of bile flooded my mouth. Tea

upped my face with both hands, his thum

inely confused

pping to a low, proprietary rumble. "You will

hands and looked at the custo

ss out the win