My Illegitimate Husband Is a Billionaire Mafia Boss

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anger's --- eyes red and puffy from crying, cheeks stained with tears, and lips trampling with words I dared not speak aloud.

dly at me. "You'll ruin the family's reputati

curling bitterly. "You care more about your reput

actly what I'm doing, darling. Now, stop complaining and focus on what's impor

after all? Roselle's mind seems made up, and any resistance from me would only make matters worse.

down the

hest tightened as every pair of eyes fell on me, scrutinizing and judging me. Their whispers weren'

me as much as the man stand

ed familiar like someone from my past. His dark eyes locked onto mine. He exuded power, and his gaze made his k

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ds held mine, her eyes sunken yet desperate for hope. "Leonardo," she had whispered through shallow breath, "you have to change. Be responsible, become legitima

ry, and to finally secure my position a

ay's trash. My half-brother Richard, Victor's golden boy and legitimate son, never missed an opportunity to remind me of my place -- or lack thereof -- in the family hierarchy. He has always flaunted his st

ried. He believes no one could challenge his position. But my ma

rival family like the Monroes. The Monroes had been a thorn in my side for years, sabotaging deals and outmaneuvering me in the business world. Robert Monroe had single-

and future alliances but my own motives were far darker. I would use this marriage to infilt

rything I despised. Marrying her would be the ultimate power play -- a union built on mutual hatred and manipulation. I had no intention of

I th

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ring, but it wasn't hostile either. For a man I'd expected to b

ble, his dark eyes fixed on the officiant. Yet, there was something in the way

seconds longer than necessary. It was barely noticeable, but it was

glasses, and whispered gossip. I moved gently greeting gu

actions speak more volumes. When someone commented on my sudden appearance as the bride, he shut them down with a cold glare. When

gotten married to. Leonardo was an enigma-- cold and calculating, yet capable of surprising kin

me believe as it was, might not be entirely absent of humanity. Enou

here alone," a deep

doorway, his nicely toned frame glowed b

ly, wiping away tears that were form

ng and comforting. "Follow me inside now