Rejected by the Mafia Don, Claimed by His Rival

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cold, hollow compliance I was only just learning how to wear. I

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on. He paraded Isabella around the city, buying her jewels and clothes, a public spectacle for the entire underworld to witness. The whispe

No jewelry. No artifice. I was a blank canvas, wiped clean

s domain, with Isabella clinging to his arm. She was beautiful, all sharp angles and p

of something in his eyes-not guilt, but a strange disquiet. He

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ore him like the Red Sea. He stopped, tower

. "I'd like you to meet Isabella. My chosen woman." He

eant to kill a part of me. I r

my eyes lowered in a perfect picture of

my voice even and clear.

into a triumphant smile. She hadn't exp

hy. She leaned in, the cloying scent of her cheap perfume an invasion. "You must

His eyes were dark, searching, trying to decipher t

attend," I replied, m