Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises

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d to eat

ard: resolve. I looked at Vincent, at the man who was my husband, and saw

gain, my voice

out of the hospital, past the guards who bowed their heads to me out of

led a

standing on the curb, Rosa clinging to his arm, his face a thundercloud of fury. For a Don, to be

rward, as if to follow. But then Rosa whimpe

was a death sent

ment, mistaken for a home. The entire ride, I stared out the window, a strange calm settling over me.

ild inside me. What was the point of bringing him into a world where his own f

straight to our bedroom and began to pack a bag. Just the essenti

ned. Vincent stood there, his suit jacket gone,

rom me in public again," he

th your whore over your

e sign of agitation. "She ambushed me

h? By letting her declare her bas

posture changed. The anger was replaced by a

you doing?

lea

you'r

ed up my phone, and slipped it into h

" he said calmly. "It's bad for b

a scene!" I screamed, th

he continued, as if I hadn't

ed, a bitter, ugly sound

aw the real fear in his eyes. It wasn't fea

e said, his voice dr

k wh

o my stomach. A

end the pregnancy. Afraid I would take away his legitimate heir-the one thing

me. He was containi

e stripped of all warmth. He stepped out of the ro