Love's Cruel Contract, His Endless Regret

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wife. This city is

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in a tailored suit that cost more than my first car, a charming smile fixe

placed by a look of impatient hunger. His voice dro

he cafe. I watched as he used a key card to slip

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This wasn't a one-time indis

e, holding my own phone to my ear, feigning a deep convers

minutes.

panic I had perfected over years of being a Mafia wife. "Lorenzo? I... I don't feel

hing his options. Then the smooth lie came, practiced and easy. "Of course, sweetheart.

mergency exit, my heart hammering a

y pressed to his ear, snapping that something urgent had come up. He stalked toward

oman, blonde and dressed in something t

ng his arm. Her voice was grat

ave her a quick, dismissive kiss and stepped into the wait

, pouting, and m

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gushing about how "cool" Katia was. "She

profound it stole my breath. My son didn't just know. He appr

anymore. This was a conspiracy, hatched an

was instantly incinerated b

personal assistant, the woman who ran my household se

evoid of all emotion. "Her finances, her friends, her soc

to a secure numbe

"Now, I need the perfect