phin

and back into the blinding light of the Grand Foyer. The heavy mahogany doors slammed

s, Arabella is unwell. The trauma of the lake... her mind is completely fractured. For the sake of the Stark reputation, s

ng laugh that sliced th

ack-and-white marble walls, "your love for my 'resurrection' is just asking m

ace darkened like a thundercloud, the sheer disrespect of Marc

c frame aside with absolute disgust, she

he spat, her chin raised in arrogant defiance. "You cho

ce. It was a blatant, unforgivab

oss the room. She stepped into Isabella's personal space, leani

t deaf. A baby conceived before the wedding... what

mafia princess deflated, trapped by her own reckless sin. Tre

ethal thread meant only for my ears, "but I know how to make people dis

was. The

s caress. "You had to murder an innocent people to get this far, and you still

's sanit

through the foyer like shattered glass. She pointed a trembling finger

th, took over. I pivoted, dodging his meaty hands, grabbed his wrist, and twisted sharply. With my free hand, I slipped th

Damien step out of the shadows, his dark eyes flaring with a dangerous, consumin

swipe of the dagger, I slashed the massive, oil-painted engagement p

nd her throat. I yanked. The clasp snapped, and dozens of diamonds rained down on the cold marble like frozen tears

oug

lized instantly, grabbing my arms and forcing me to my knees. The cold ma

onoring this family, for her madnes

ecution. Marco exhaled in relief. Isabella smi

But before they could drag me toward the basemen

, breathless and pale, his eyes

New York! He says he's from t