Left For Dead: The Mob Boss's Sin

the right time for an heir. Then I found the invitation to his secr

hard I miscarried our baby, and his mistres

highest honor for architecture on TV, he's now kneeling o

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ped into the shower, a message flashed on his laptop that w

scent of his expensive cologne and the day's violence still clinging to the air in his study. My job w

screen pulsed in my

andro had refused to giv

rival family we'd been locked in a cold war with for generations. The thoug

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d cage of our home. This was a lethal transgression. To step into Valenti t

d into the back, a ghost in the shadows, my heart hammerin

dro. My

he held a baby wrapped in white. A woman with fiery red hair, Scarlett Valenti, leaned against

. The family needs stability. Bringing an heir into this chaos would be a weakness." He'd sa

Were they all spent with her? With them? He had broken the most sacred rule of ou

r on the cold street. My phone buzzed in my

voice was smooth, the same

walk," I lied,

's cry. Then a woman's soft shushing. Scarlett's.

," I said, the wor

middle of somethi

little boy, maybe two or three years old, ran from the

ched. He hung up the ph

sed the boy's forehead, a gesture of pure, unthinking affection I had craved f

osing me, the quiet architecture student. I thought it was love. It was a strategic acquisitio

s all a f

again. I didn't call him. I dialed a number

Architectural Fellowship

my voice eerily calm. "I'm ca