Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury

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era's perfume, a cloying gardenia, clung to him like a second skin. It s

my back. "I'm sorry about today. The bus

hich the words rolled off his

shing my shoulder. "We can go to the amusement park

tch the gaping wound i

column of ice. Ice-cold fury coursed through my veins, a poison far more po

troubled sleep of a man with no

n our sprawling mansion he always kept locked. "S

ur anniversary. His birthday. Hi

impulse, my fingers typed

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thday, too. The

for Hughes Bio-Tech, I found it. A leat

s, opening presents in front of a tree. And then, the one that stole the air from my lungs. A photo of all of them with my own parents, Richard and El

ithout a password. He was that arr

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the background. Leo's first word. "Dada." A scanned copy of hi

subfolder:

holding company, one of my father's legitimate businesses, to a shel

tects. They had bankrolled the entire five-year decept

I worked. I copied everything-every photo, every video, every damn

old, hard weight in my pocket. I picked up my

as my own. "I need you to find out everything you can

f the knife. My phone lit up wit

ily portrait taken today at the park. Ivan was look

below it w

ient substitute. I thin

an I used to be. But the grief had already been cauterized by