Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

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ceremony feeling ancient and surreal. I stood at the altar,

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nd dried blood, her clothes torn. I recognized her from the files

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eonora, her voice a raw, desperate ras

clattering on the marble floor. The iron control she a

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nd... wa

, not exactly. But the terror flashing across their eyes told me enough. Whatever secrets they h

stand beside her, her grip on my arm just as tight. Her sharp eyes darted to my

hung in the air,

Traitors from the Commission. Damien was hit coverin

He's been in a deep coma ever since. We moved him to a

ommand that cracked like a whip. "Ge

s appeared. Orders were barked. A helicopter w

amily's drama. The picture frame in my hands felt like it was

rapped somewhere between life and death. A convenient name on a marriage ce

r, Eleonora's gaze found me again. Her express

d, her voice leaving no room for argument. "L

destiny was chained t

eavily guarded hospital that looked more like a five-star h

gled in a web of tubes and wires. The steady, rhythmi

silvery scar above his left eyebrow was the only imperfection. Even unconsc

d neurosurgeon, emerged fr

mediately converged on h

atoma inside his skull, putting extreme pressure on

my professional opinion, if he does not regain consciousness on his own within three months, the

hat had buoyed her for hours draining a

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ognosis. It wa

y life, my future, my very survival was now tied

fingers were curled into a tight fist, as if even in

gone, I was left alone in the room

ilence of the room pressing in on me. I looked at the stran

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quiet. "Our marriage is off to a great