My Husband Sold Me to the Don

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furniture crowded the space, resting on Persian rugs whose colors were far too garish. The air was thick with the stench of Arthur's c

on my

ace twisted in disgust as she looked down at

dal" had brought them. But it was Karly, my sister-in-law, who delivered the killing blow. S

h malicious triumph. "You're unclean. We won't let you contamin

hem, my fingers clawing at the expensive

eaching out for me, tears streaming d

e my husband stood. Hudson Higgins was a lowly Associate in the Chicago outfit, a man whos

over to me. He didn't offer a hand. Instead, he leaned down, his voice a cold,

ddaughter were too much for my mother, Hermine. Her heart gave out, leaving me entirely alone in a world

e afternoon

their newly acquired status-status bought with

with laughing cherubs, was supposed to be a quiet sanctuary. Now, the water w

d. I fell to my knees, pulling her freezing, soaking wet body t

om a safe distance, adjusting her pearl neckl

Eleanor added defensively, ref

tailored trousers. He looked at his dead daughter, then at

mien Falcone, the ruthless ruler of the Chicago underworld and the man I had been forced to bed. I remembered the Do

blind eye to the Don's interest in me. He had orchestrated it. He had actively traded his wife t

porated, replaced by a sco

to her freezing forehead. "My baby," I whispered, the words meant only for her

ut to offer a sickeningly fake gesture of comf

ecame the violence

The sudden impact caught him entirely off guard. His eyes widened in shock as his polished shoes slipped on the wet ston