Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband

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ve Eleonora a slight bow of my head. "My

Lucia or Enzo. I treat

u're the guest of honor and you dare to

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ble. Who could fault a devoted wife

, ugly red. She was speechl

tire room. "Damien's well-being is, and always will be,

aring wife, aligning everyone else with me. To disa

th approval. She had cho

Enzo, thank you for your concern about what happened in my husband's bed. How thought

in the air, my gaze a

this family, is an honor. Even in silence, he commands more respect

face ti

d why the concept confuses you. Some men build empires. Some men defend bloodline

ed silence moved

ry about my stamina. I survived betrayal, a public scandal, a funeral wedding, and one ni

ded with surgi

but he was trapped. He couldn't say a word

ze for a moment longe

the older men lowered his eyes first, then another. The women who had laugh

. She pulled it out for me with quiet precision, as if the seat had alwa

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but the room understood it. The conversation resumed only after I pla

r one humiliating second too long before

ze move over the table. This time, no one looked away becaus