His Mafia Princess's Revenge

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self toward Isabella's VIP sui

powerful hands gently massaging Isabella's ankle as she reclines on a plush chaise

zo looks up, his expression

his voice a low, cold threat.

tanding over her. The cloying sweetness of

s fixed on the pristi

l like ash in my mouth. I bite my lip so ha

he says, her voice drippin

t happen again," he warns me, his eyes

that room. I will leave this place. I will escape th

ts' room. When I arrive, they are finally receiving treatment. They are bruised and weak, but their first con

ow I had left to

my own, I arrange for their transfer to a private, secure facility. From

gift, every letter from the past thirteen years. I carry them to the fireplace in the library and feed them to the

nown me since I was a teenager, arrives that evening

at an underworld charity auction

here, of course, and the first thing I notice are the diamond earrings she's wearing. I recognize them instantly

ong, Sera?" Isabella asks

speaks, his eyes on the road

ast. Lorenzo plays his part perfectly. In front of everyone, he clasps a priceless sapphire necklace aroun

move. She glides to the stage, whispers to th

nounces. "A pair of Bianchi family heirloom

represent. The whispers start immediately, a venomous tide. I can almost hear the wo

till, my expression

n in a severe black suit steps forward. He

rom the stunned auctioneer, and speaks into t

Bianchi family. Only the legal Mrs. Bian