The Unwanted Mistress Becomes The Rival's Queen

a waiter's tray to catch his br

y. But Vivian was carrying the "Fam

aster Suite-the room he had promised to me-while

that her late husband was sterile and she had drugg

the baby, Damien!

idn't be

he roared, shielding her. "You wil

he forced me to take her

d over in the boutique, Dami

Vivian, wrapping he

me stand

crushing my ribs and p

lood, I watched him carry her

to the sound of him comfor

ven asked i

ht, I di

f us in the penthouse, and boarded a plane to a neu

gagement ring I left in the

pte

re she hit the marble floor, I knew the bullet I had b

t just c

ade of spun glass and the rest

ess with a single phone call and bury a rival faction before breakfast

his voice cracking the pol

ized from the shadows, surroundin

assing waiter's tray, or if the champagne was currently soaki

whispered, r

on Vivian's hands, which were clutching her stomach. "It

urned his

arpieces and guns bulging under their tuxedos, leaving me

pped in front of me, blo

, Miss Estelle," Luca said, his eyes fixed awkwar

hat the ghost of his dead brother matters mo

t answer.

didn't get into the armored SUV w

I told the driver as I slid

" the bodyguard argued,

id, my voice cold and sharp, like the ic

dro

ript travel agency that smelled

s a f

where you went when you needed to disap

nsive heels clicking lou

d tennis bracelet on my wrist, and

a clean identity fo

tory. No families, no blo

rk muttered, his gaze gree

much

the premium pack

en

from Damien worth more than this entire

he clock

the Villa, the ho

ace where I had spent eight years hiding i

e living room an

ermes bags, Cartier jewel

were

public event to "maintain the family ima

luxury and felt nothing bu

es of us in the Maldives, in Paris, in this very

ating our memories in

saw the headlights o

s as soldiers unloaded cr

I saw

d Vivian out

ning into him, her hand resti

't pull

, past the guest wing, and st

was m

ay Aaron died, the room he said we would s

into the hallway just as they

oze when

dark eyes, but he did

id, his voice rough. "It's for the bab

d at me over

lips curled into a smile

" she whispered, leaning h

you," he

at me, he kicked the door

ctuary he had sworn was ours-and