Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury

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suitcase. A few changes of simple, untraceable clothes. A book.

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que, false brightness. "Oh, darling,

cup of tea in her favorite china. "A special calming ble

tell-tale scent of bitter almonds

, the warm liquid a final, poisonous gift from the woman who gave me lif

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his shoulder, looking up at them through my lashes. "Are you sorry?" I asked, my voice

d, his voice thick with false sincerity. "Bu

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. Ivan

and my parents. They walked through the private entrance, a perfect, happy family. Leo rode on Ivan's shoulders, his laughter c

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