The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife

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f him, of them, was everywhere. Serena's cheap floral perfume mixed with Dante's masculi

anymore. It was a

was so strong it felt like a slap. I saw her things-a silk ro

inside m

t out into the hallway. Then her shoes. A book she'd been reading. I didn't care who saw. I didn't care w

m the closet, intent on throwing them out too, when

his arm. He was holding her child,

," I heard him say, his voice carrying on t

stopped, her face breaking into a warm smile. "Don Ross

, preening un

spreading. It was becoming tr

ly nodded, a possessive hand coming to rest on Serena's wa

s, I was alr

the doorway, his clothes in a heap at my f

oice tight. "I thought I

t attempt to paint me as the disobedient one

voice dangerously quiet. "Why didn't you tell her that c

ed, his eyes darting around t

t instantly captured all of Dante's attention. He turned

shoulder, his voice devoid of any emotion. "In the master

tatus room in the house, reserved for visiting members of

acing me. He was dem

ber of the love I once felt, was extinguished. The

put me in m

find a