Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

Chapter 2

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the master bathroom and turned on the shower. Scalding water beat down

ses blooming across her collarbone. Remembering the disgust in Jamison'

silk nightgown, ignoring her swollen ankle,

lope stamped with the embossed seal of the Supreme Judicial Court. Her

ter bedroom rattled, followed by the he

k drawer, shut it, and turned around as Jam

trailed behind him. Seeing her pale face,

s over. Ayl

with her arms crossed, looking

me to vacate the master sui

ngue. Setting his whiskey glass on the vanity table,

open. Inside lay a vintage emerald loc

h-annivers

forgive his neglect with tears of gratitud

efore his fingers brushed her skin, Everlee jerked her c

e in midair. His fac

y pride to coax you. How much long

t the green stone

week, isn't it? You bought it for Ayla, and only ke

is gold-rimmed glasses up his nose,

ust my sister! Are you seriously ke

rlee dug her nails back into the crescent marks on her

d get out, Jamison.

s, Jamison slammed the velvet box ont

e lost y

sened tie, towering

bankrupt ten years ago can survive a single day i

is glare with

s fin

at, enunciating eve

I want a

oom, broken only by the low hum

gh. To her eyes, his sneer carried the unmistakable smugness of a man assumin

hday party, you're thre

the vanity table, his eye

Sweetheart. Walk out that door, and you won't even b

She just looked at him as if he w

Jamison spun on his heel

, stay in this room for the next fe

ing the frames on the wall. On the vanity, the vintage emerald loc

chain, her eyes glinting like cold steel. This se

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Pampered By The Cruel Mafia Boss

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“Everlee dragged her bleeding body home after barely surviving a brutal kidnapping, only to find her billionaire husband throwing a lavish party. It wasn't to celebrate her survival, but to host a birthday bash for his adopted sister, Ayla, right on their fifth wedding anniversary. Instead of asking about the raw rope burns on her wrists, Jamison looked at her muddy clothes with utter disgust. "Where the hell have you been? Tonight is Ayla's birthday party. Look at what you're wearing. You're embarrassing me." When Everlee finally filed for divorce and went to the equestrian club, Ayla maliciously spurred Everlee's horse during a jump. The stallion bucked, throwing Everlee violently to the ground. As a pool of dark blood spread beneath Everlee from her rupturing womb, Jamison didn't even look at her. He scooped up a lightly bruised Ayla, leaving his miscarrying wife to die in the dirt. Saved by a powerful stranger, Everlee woke up in the hospital after an emergency surgery to remove her dead baby. Through the door, she heard Jamison's impatient voice talking to his mother. "Leave her alone in there. Once she realizes I'm not buying her little performance, she'll crawl back to the penthouse on her own and apologize to Ayla." He didn't even believe his own child had existed, reducing her tragedy to a jealous stunt for attention. Listening to the man she had loved for five years, the last shred of warmth in Everlee's heart turned to ash. She pressed a hand to her empty stomach, her eyes hardening into pure ice. With twenty-nine days left in their divorce cooling-off period, she was going to burn the entire Ingram family to the ground.”