The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin

tle held loosely between his fingers. The c

he said, his voice fla

around my stomach, a futile ge

ontinued, stepping into the room. "I

l my back hit the cold stone wall. "Please," I begged, the wo

ice. "A Costello heir is a disgrace that deserves

fingers from my belly and forced my other hand op

e th

ming down my face. "I won't. You can

ened. "You ha

ed the pills into my mouth, then clamped his hand over my lips, forcing me to swall

through me, tearing me apart from the inside. I lay on the thi

born child dispo

f hope was extinguished, leaving only cold, dead ash. My w

maids kept heart medication in her locker. A let

s. Ten more days in this he

he glided into my room, looking radiant.

t nails. "Dante is so good to me. I just mentioned I wa

e wall, my fac

harp, manicured nails down my cheek, leaving four bleeding lines. "It was my idea.

linch. I f

e saw the scratches on my face, the defianc

my arm and dragged me from the room, bac

bed, I remembered the pil

days