MARRIED TO THE ENEMY DON

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ld was already unraveling. The polished marble beneath her feet was

ter stretch endlessly, the speedboat slicing through its glassy surf

housekeeper who had raised her almost as a

rived, signorina.

on the lake as if the horizon held answers. Finally, s

my father

worry. "It's not just a dr

htened. "Then I'll

from stone. His gaze swept over his children and his closest allies-the loyal men who had bled for t

feud with the Moreau family had lasted too long-too man

ia wasn't

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anean, but the view was little comfort. The dossier before h

ined in hand-to-hand combat, and diplomatic as a vipe

didn'

" he murmured, eyes nar

lose," André

es had lasted nearly a decade, but recent losses had weakened them

st desperate attempt to secure peace. To Lucie

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Villa Olive

s vineyards. Inside, crystal chandeliers cast fractured light on a crowd of t

lung to her like a second skin, the silk shimmering

g. This woman was everything he despised-and yet, something in he

d formal. Neither spoke o

's hand, the contact was

d wife, the crowd erupted in applause, b

arried to

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eddin

n black velvet, walls adorned with cold art, the

e window, staring

ear the door, r

met-hard,

ence first, his voic

. This is war. And the t

curled into a

ou? Don't flat

oser, voice dropp

ia... I won't kill you.

er ran down

drawn-and the real fight

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