My Illegitimate Husband Is a Billionaire Mafia Boss

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oween... but you got me." I laughed out loudly, knowing what Mum was spewing w

serious. "Wait mum, are you serious?" I narrow

lown, Janelle? I'm

mum; what the fuck is happening here. Where is Jasmine's mum? I need her to explain this... Shit to me because it do

nd," Roselle said with a voic

ormation or thoughts about how I feel. So my feelings don't matter to you, Mum." I asked Mum; I

ned the number of guests and their chattering beyond closed doors.

was hardening as she was getting impatient with the pet talks. "Ja

e a war drum. "He isn't good enough for her you say? So he is good enough for

, my dear Janelle. You aren't my daught

operly, so I instinctively grabbed the edge of the chair close by

lle. We took you in so I could mold you into someone useful. You've lived under this rif for 23 years, eating our fo

ach. "Adopted?" I whispered, my voice w

arms. "You're not a Monroe by blood. But that doesn't matter now. What matters is t

t want to marry him? You're me because your preci

r ruin this opportunity for our family. The Morleys are powerful, Janelle; it doesn't matter if the so-called Leonardo Morley is

nd -- my supposed father's dismissive tone, Jasmine's constant taunts, and Roselle's conditional affection. It all made sense now. "

Janelle. You don't have a choice. If you refuse, I'll throw you out of this fam

grasp; my eyes were burning red

to be taken care of, and of course, keeping her alive is very important to you; this automatically means you have to do what I say so her surgery will be taken care of by us... Out of pi

constant source of love and comfort I got in my life, the only person who treated me like f

n she usually told bedtime stories to me and went ahead to tuck me in as a child. "Yo

o me, Janelle. But if you play your part and marry Leonardo, you ca

ing my mind. "This is insane. Why should I marry a man I don't know? How do I owe you? I spat as my voi

wedding is happening, and you're the bride. If you care abo

ighting against the illness that threatened to take her life. I thought of the years spent trying to earn Roselle's approval; countles

with a voice barely above

clapping her hands together. "Good girl. Now, wild