Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

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the living room swung

vere black suit, her white-blonde hair pulled b

es. She moved with a chilling, silent grace, her pre

r I had never seen in him before. He knew who she was. He knew what she rep

me. She walked to my side and gave

ow, toneless whisper. "Dr. Wallace

t. "Seal the estate, Winter. No one

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ng, her carefully constructed matriarchal poise shattering like cheap glass. "You have no right to exam

your father Don Constantine

n first meeting Winter. He puffed out his chest. "Isabella, stop this madness. Ap

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sconnected from the reality of the si

nstead, I examined my fingernails

s point. "I'll explain everything to him myse

rrell's face went slack with shock, while Mar

rgaret and Jerrell. It wasn't a look of anger or threat. It was the loo

ed to rally. "This is the Gr

lat and final, "this is a temporary delibe

hear, but the effect was immediate. A few muffled thuds from the hallway outside. The sound

between his family and mine was suddenly, terrifyingly clear to him. The Grif

nger curdling into fear, arrogance collapsing i

was cold, but I took a sip anyway, the porcelain cool

ten. This was real fear. She had likely heard the stories about the Umbr

stay quiet. He was finally beginning to understand

bella, listen. This is all just a misunderstanding.

The soft clink of porcelain against po

I met his gaze. "You

pendulum swung back and forth, each tick a hammer blow against th

re was dissolving. She was regretting

ad been silenced not by a threat, but by the dawnin

ed, thick and suffo

rture to my revenge. A beautif

tween the woman in his arms and the bone

tled on Bob

said softly. "It

, were a death sentence. Her face, a