The Billionaire's Bride Has A Secret

ife, but the wound to my stomach cost me the ability to give him an

a university student named Bianca who was meant to secure his family

ghost in my own home, and

e whispered. "Lia..

t. He showered her with gifts and forgot my birthday. When she coveted the heirlo

less trinket,

to find me bleeding in the driveway, and he didn't even ask if I was

one now?" he bellowed. "Y

cked up my suitcase, turned my back on the rui

, the Don of the Romano famil

pte

sia'

ni. It saved his life, but the wound to my abdomen cost me the a

ought home m

to the scar that marred my stomach. The flash of steel under the moonlight

ter than the city lights below his estate. His power was raw, his reputation forg

gnetic, and for five

a blood oath to my father, the former Don o

against my hair in the sterile white of the

power of the Romano name, letting him believe his rise was his own, so

rds are ash

, his face tight with a resolve I hadn't seen

meeting my eyes. "The Bellini line need

or months-the growing distance, the way his eyes would skim past

words clinical and cold. "A university stu

ee the calm in my eyes wasn't

from my family, were locked in my private safe. I had decided then, in that

he estate yesterday

bloodline. He put her in the guest suite at the end of the

suffocating. I walked the halls, my bare feet c

usband's low murmur, then

d the d

ur marriage shattered by the rhythmic rocking of the mattress.

in my own home, and lis

hick. Then came the words that felt like a second blade, twi

. I backed away, unnoticed, and retreated to

ap perfume. He offered a hollow apology, a strin

s eyes avoiding mine. "Once she's pre

at it was-a flimsy s

tudy, her perched on his desk. In the living room

aint smear of lipstick on his coll

Bianca announced

ifts, with affection, his eyes shining wit

piece of furniture he had to

got. The day before that was our

y walk-in closet, holding one of

ike," she said, her smile sickly sweet.

watched as she walked

the fin

y Hall. The clerk barely looked at me as I slid the five-year-ol

call. My brother, Don Dante Rom

my voice even. "I

his voice, lo

do you

ike ice. "Everything. The contracts, the

detta h

in the foyer, my suitcase at my feet. He frow

are you

aving,

ds to be looked after. The doctor said she needs rest." He gestured vaguely

o stay. He expected me to stay and care for the woman carry

g to escort his mistress to her room

ritation. "You will stay," he ordered, not eve

out the front door, and left the Bell