Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé

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thless. Every photo, every gift, every memory of the man I thought I loved went

o a world outside the Family. My boss, Maria, listened with a look of sad, weary understanding as I resigned. My coworkers, David and Chlo

ntly. Ethan. I ignored

last night, sorry about that. Olivia's just so dramatic. Anyway, I've been

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ale voice, its tone one of impatient ow

id abruptly, and

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alizing into a single, diamond-hard certain

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as heavy with a familia

wn. Something with Olivia. He's at St

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ed him at the emerg

welcome flicker of something. Not pity. The ghost of a duty I had long shouldered. I

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ct of caretaking. It was the final severance. I h

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, I made a silent vow. This would be the last sacrifice, the final act of a lif