From Mafia Princess To Unbroken Queen

n-dollar inheritance for asked me

, he told me to ki

our son in a derelict warehouse, he was on televi

just private; it was

call I hadn't made in five years, t

choked out,

pte

viev

r just asked me to go to prison for his mistress, and th

ice that had convinced me to abandon my family, my name, my entire world for him. "Everleigh is

le, minimalist living room of the apartment he'd chosen, a place of clean lines and no personality.

d you wanted for us. A criminal record would end it." It would also violate the sacred code o

s through his perfectly styled dark hair, a gesture I once found char

or that future. I'd walked away from the Foley *Outfit*, from a life of immense power and wealth,

stomach. "There's something else," I said, my voice

ng at his watch, imp

egnant,

flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Hope surged through me. This was

ed, twisting into a

eathed. "An absolut

ft my lung

pacing now, agitated. "The stress... my God, the s

ords foreign and monstrous on my t

his voice cold as ice. "A problem you wil

e in the echoing silence. An hour later, his assistant sent a text

me still thought this was a test, a horrible nightma

pages was a consent form, detailing the risks of the procedure. My eyes snagged on

a place that could take that away from me forever. He wasn't just trying to erase our

ttery movement deep inside me. A

by, telling

d by a cold, hard clarity. This wasn't love. This was a hostil

yl chair, and walked out of that clinic. My

eigh, her hand held to her own stomach, a diamond ring sparkling on her finger. The headline r

ading into a dull roar. His betrayal wasn

mber I hadn't dialed in five years. A number I

d on the f

the name feeling strange