Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge

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ghtstand. A reply, almost

sed to hear from you, Ms.

the screen, the words

taking my life's work, Echoes of the City, and giving it t

and disappeared. He wa

ious accusation against a Ca

the plans are all I have left. I saw the article about

aybe I had overplayed my hand, that he woul

rit. Come to New York. My car will meet you at JFK. But know t

n my mind-a promise, not a threat. I didn't hesitate. I opened a travel app on my phon

r voice tight with apology, to say he was with Olivia, dealing with

like a conquering hero, buzzing with an

rise I have for you tonight," he said, kiss

ghost, moving through a world that was no longer mine. Ethan held my hand tightly

ot glare of the spotlights. He got down on one knee, holdin

inging with false emotion, "will you m

stone in my chest. This was the cage. The b

ence. On the other side of the stage, Olivia Monroe, clad in a bl

the ring box clattering to the floor. The man who had just asked me to be his wife, hi

to his arms and carrying her out of the ballro

meras followed. Then, the whispers started, a rising tide

of it all, a strange, cold cal

choice. Now I

that had been a lie. I walked calmly through the stunned cro

driver, my voice even