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Chapter 4 The First Morning as Mrs. Valtore

Word Count: 1129    |    Released on: 11/07/2025

wed coffee filled the pe

ing windows. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was-until the heavy we

na Hart anymore. Y

ly reaching for her phone-but found only a

cou

alrea

. It didn't matter. She hadn't married him for breakfast

ng else

ce of the pentho

sts had laid out. The luxury around her-glass chandeliers, velvet upholstery, shelves filled

rties named Camilla, stood by the dining tabl

Valtore," Camilla sa

ll sounded f

?" Lena asked, w

eting this morning. He instructed me to tak

hy

miled. "Y

Valtore Industr

te office wasn'

a thron

ite: dark wood floors, a bar tucked into the corner, plush black leather furniture, and a private c

eamed power. W

effortlessly h

up, tie loosened. He didn't look up as she entered, just cont

al, they'll play by our terms or

fly, then pointed to th

and schedule the legal review.

nd finally gave her

sleep wel

that like it

," he said, standing. "Sit. W

s. "Like what? The

is were a palace, you'd a

your pr

n't

smugly, as if daring her t

her a bl

this?" s

allo

nked. "E

o be seen. People will photograph you. The press

want yo

ve it. You accepted

or designer bags. I just w

cans reviewed by a private specialist last night. I've already ar

rt skipped

"You made a deal with

or the first time since she met h

dn't tr

s?" she asked. "Besides you

ched. "That's none

your wife now, ri

stretched b

ward the liquor cabinet, pouring him

sip before

nger. Smarter. Kinder

heart

y. "He died five years ago. Car crash. The

sor

ared about first." His voice turned colder. "Sh

s together. "The woman i

c nodd

. Happily, I'm tol

rowed. "So why d

ther helped cove

eeled.

ily-the ones who buried the charges. He knew

racing. "My fath

ails. Your father protected a murd

le

ena whispered. "I

ad in the eyes. "Which is why I

s in his ga

. To finish what sta

ght - P

ouldn'

ht he was. Dominic's pain was real, twisted as it was. And n

and restless. A glass of water, maybe

sitting at the counter in nothing but lounge pa

be asleep," he sa

ay the sam

water and sat across from hi

ally asked. "Telling m

ut it made you stop look

aid n

this time. Not like a pawn. Not

bed,

e didn

w it's going to be for the next twelve

g sip, then s

keep making

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