The Mafia Don's Unwanted Genius Wife

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to Alessandro's arms. "The guest nursery downstairs is perfect

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, and what little patience he had left evaporated. He

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orward and ground the stiletto heel of her designer shoe into

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going,"

don't test me today. You owe this family. Your lif

p. At the same moment, heavy tires came

ht past them. No hysterics, no tears. I descended the grand staircase, walked out the

the massive mahogany desk. I laid a stack of bank receipts on the desk - every dollar o

x and handed me a formal divorce certificate stamped in vivid red. "T

triarch said coldly. "From this day fo

ried the anti-tracking SIM card out of my phone, snapped it