When Love Rebuilds From Frozen Hearts

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ellion. The document was disguised, buried beneath a sheaf of papers titled "Gallery C

s power. The air hummed with quiet efficiency and fear. Everyone knew who I was. I was Mrs.

with a mixture of practiced deference and something softe

won't be long. I just need his signa

ake a person feel small, to remind them of the sheer scale of Dante's dominion. He wasn't just a crime boss; he was a king in his castl

aria who had been with his family for de

, her voice low. "They're finali

just a dalliance. She was his partner. In busi

a moment," I said,

sound I hadn't heard directed at me in years. It echoed from behind the imposing

n't k

door open a

abella was pointing to a location, her expression animated. Dante was leaning over her shoulde

sually a cold, calculating gray, hardened into flint. Ann

. I'm

ce a cool, level tone that betra

ad her big night. I'm sure she's just tying up loose ends." Her words were laced with a sweet venom, a subtle rem

pletely. I placed the portfolio down and opened it to the signature page of the asse

e'd see through it. Dante Sovrano didn't get to where he was by being careless. His

ash in my mouth. "They need the primary asset holder to sign off before

on from the night before into a single point of cold, unreadable calm. I would

longer, searching for somet

her voice a sharp, impatient knife cutting through the tension. She had inadvertently saved me. She had r

the map. The moment was broken. I was a n

said, snatching a pen fr

canned for the signature line, the same wa

scrawl of black ink. An indictmen

flipped to the next page-the real page-and signed ag

portfolio before he could blink.

aid, the words f

Isabella was smiling, a smug, triumphant look in her eyes.

st taken the king, and she wa

e, past Maria's pitying gaze, and into the elevator

ned the portfolio and stared at his signa

ned away four y

signed awa

had n