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Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son

Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son

Author: Gavin
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1136    |    Released on: 17/12/2025

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our family brunch, the doors burst open and a

Michael's no

Leo is!" the

ood there in shock, his mistress lunged at m

ife; I was just an incubator for his empire. He

an hour, stripping him of his money and

ping, claiming he loved our un

my stomach and looke

Michael," I lied. "

lked away to build my own empire-with

pte

v

n the world for me, never suspecting that by the time the s

ow, casting lace-like shadows across the sheets. I stretched

ly between the velvet walls of this room

el Th

oy, the alchemist who had scrubb

to look

jawline, dark lashes resting against chee

abbing my silk robe. My

through the photos from

e he

ng the donors who had no idea the wine they

agnates. To the families in New

the shee

ice was rough with sleep, a sou

t his waist, revealing the lea

at us," I said, walk

his hand warm and h

, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

eal. It felt

attered the moment. It was J

The auction h

he loving husband evaporated, repla

dressing with practiced efficiency. "It's for th

be long?

rehead, brief and distracted. "I'm do

, feeling like the

went to organize his suit

scent of cedar and expensive cologne

had worn two days ago to

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nner silk linin

ir c

lastic.

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eap plastic. I

ase landing in the pit of my stoma

thing. Maybe he

t have niece

c until the jagged t

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in two blocks away from

d comi

igarettes, boiled cab

e minutes before I needed to be back at the

ed the d

efore I could even

napped, her arms cro

esperate attempt to seduce me, but a

Serena. I can't ju

s? You m

e question.

ed to the

lked

was asle

y nose.

four ye

child; he was my

ir, this boy was my ticket to k

om the doorway, her voice trembling. "He

feel love. I felt the cold s

rstand when

the brunch," Sere

patience snapping.

el! He is your firstborn so

us in two strides, grabbing

keep your mouth shut. The Haye

her eyes wet with angry tear

key to the vault. You are...

m w

I said softly. "One I

watching her

nt tomorrow. If you do, no

g my reflection in the

ed my

s place and slid the mask of the

role t

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