From Mafia Princess To Unbroken Queen

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m Ignatz. No greeting, no a

ur. Give him the small blue v

d shown me months ago. "For the most important woman in my life," he

ng the soft velvet. The last, stu

ed the divorce papers my lawyer had drawn up yesterday and my car ke

ple, severe black dress. I hadn't planned this, but the moment felt right. The room was buzzing with camer

o furious in a heartbeat. He strode over, grabbing m

the small stage where Everleigh was preening f

have this," I sa

sping at the necklace. "Oh, Iggy, it's beautiful! Put it on me,

leaned in and gave him a long, possessive kiss, her eyes l

pathetic cry. "Iggy, I think... I think she

ready. I didn't move.

folder in my other hand.

anic and greed in them. "Iggy, I don't feel well," sh

d scrawled his name across the bottom line without even reading it. He scooped Ever

behind. I fell to my knees, my palms scraping against the po

n in my pocket, skittered across the

ust pushed myself up, brushed