The Coldhearted Don And His Powerful Queen

sonal accounts to settle her family's ruinous debts and built

deo-called me from a hotel in Icela

attacks to keep her attention. She had previously slapped our marriage

our mafia pride ove

the warmth I held for her for five years drain

hat my love was an infinite resource she could exploit for

to the woman standing beside me-Celeste, th

d

na later embezzled three million dollars from my accou

rgiving Sinclair enforcers, permanently blacklisted

pte

ian

, my phone sent a low, insistent vibration through my breast pocket. It was a video

eside me, Celeste, the Sinclair heiress, whispered, "Say the words now and merge

t of muscle worked in my throat; I swallowed the faint, metal

omposure, hastened through t

e simply held out her hand, and upon her finger I s

hind the main hall. The air in the secluded chamber

answered. The screen showed Elena, reclining upon a hotel bed in Icelan

et the camera drift toward Julian, who was curled up under a heavy blan

voice weighted with that familiar, demanding tone. "I cann

journey. I had drained my personal accounts to settle the ruinous debts her family left behind, and I ha

d her then, standing in the doorway of our bedroom. "

sing a silk dress without care into her suitcase. "You know he is broken, Lucian. I've told you befor

sisted, offering her a pen and the legal documents. "

ade a sharp clatter against the hardwood f

"If we legalize it now, it will mentally break Julian. He feels he is losing

held for her for five years drained out of me like water from a cracked vessel. I had looked at the p

t dull red stains upon the cold flagstones, I looked down

ce struck the vaulted ceiling of the small

re you doing? What is that noise? Wh

uded room, and Celeste. Celeste wore a sleek, tailored white dress. Her posture was perfectly straight.

" I said evenl

e call ended. I opened my settings and permanently bla

t to me. "Are your loose ends tied?" she asked. Her voice was smoot

ss, the warmth of it

r to smooth the lapel of my suit. "I tolerate no messy liabilities from my partne

inking the water. It soothed the chronic, burning pain in

ging to Julian. In the note attached, Elena had typed a vicious message using his profil

burning sensation that had plagued my stomach for years in her pres

d a quick command to my syndicate security team: Flag

us go home. We have a takeover to execute, and I want Elena t

allowed herself the faintest smile. "Then let