The Mafia's Bride: Reborn in Humiliation

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t the empty hallway, took a deep

had to endure, wait until I had enoug

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uxury ingredients-Aurian wagyu, Luc

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d against the headboard, Vincent sit

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lk on the bedside table, and turne

ll sip, then frowned, setting it aside. "This milk's too col

measured it with a thermometer. It'

her eyes instantly welling up. "Vincent, see? She doesn't want to c

mine with a hint of disappointment. "Elena,

lieve my ears. "She's ob