phin
e Mistress's Suite. Arabella's room. The heavy silk drapes and unopened Fr
her knees the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut. She wrapped her
ice barely a whisper. "Please. If you take this st
as a ghost-my sister's face, but with eyes forged in ice. "I know, Sofia," I murmured softly. "But the arrow has alread
, the suite doors burst
hair a tangled mess, and in her right hand, a silver stiletto blade gleamed under the chande
he didn't expect the brutal, undergrou
rist, and twisted it sharply. With a clean, ruthless sweep of my leg, I slammed h
roze in the doorway, their eyes wide as they processe
g wildly as the guards finally snapped out
, looking down at her with absol
" she roared, the veins in her neck bulging. "She is rotting
orcing a condescending smile to my lips. I turned to the stunned guards. "It seems Miss
idor, I locked the door. I had my confessio
note from a hollowed-out book in the library-a dead drop fro
Anti-miscarriage medicatio
r's mourning period to breed a bastard. In a devout, traditional Mafia family, a premarital pregnancy
lefield disguised as a breakfast service. The clink
an angel," she announced loudly, ensuring her voice carried across the long mahogany table. "A pure-blooded wife brings
eacup, while Marco stared at his plate, sweating profusely. Frances
escorted in by two guards for her final dismissa
rom his newspaper. "Bow to the
as, then marched directly toward Marco. With
ping with venom. "I will never be anyone's replacem
"I will be back. And when I am, I will step over this imposter
done. The air in the dining hall grew thick and heavy, t
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