The Mafia Queen's Bloody Vengeance

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x months prior, took the bait. They saw his press conference not as a statement of love, but as an insult-a blatant li

with unnerving ease. There was no struggle. I knew better than to fight. I simply allowed them

und me, cold and sharp. When they removed the hood, I was standing dangerously close to the ed

into the phone. "Your precious wife

ly, but I saw the sneer tha

st a liability? Well then, you won't mind if I lighten your load." He looke

t, but actively collaborating in my death to solv

am. I didn't beg. I just looked out at the

, they p

idn't see my life flash before my eyes. I only felt a single, sea

s below. The impact was brutal. Pain, white-hot and absolute, shot through my b

under the protection of Dante Moretti. Dante himself was there when I opened my eyes. He sto

," he said, his voice a low rumble. He turned, and his dark eyes asse

tion. It was a s

my throat too

fund a small army, a roomful of exotic flowers. He was putting on a show for the world, playing the part

rse. He strode into my room, his face a perfect blend o

turned my head away from him

ile silence. "I'm taking you home. We'll ge

he man who had orchestrated my murder was now promisin

ved me to a secure penthouse, a fortress in the sky. Ethan, undeterred, staged his next g

an ever, that life is too short to wait for the perfect moment." He pulled out a velvet box. Inside was a diamond ring the size of

up. It was a beautiful, romantic gestu

g the ring. He got down on one knee beside my whe

. "I know I haven't been the husband you deserve. But I love yo

iculously large diamond, a symbol of his ridiculously large lies. I thought of

er than coldness. It was a profound, weary contempt. He was

ust wheeled myself away, leaving him kneeling alone i