Christmas Downfall: Don, You Shouldn't Harass A Mafia Princess

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Lola, whose face had turned deathly pale

ips: "Is this because I'm accompanying Lola during her pregnancy? Anna, in today's circle, who doesn't keep a f

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the newly healed scar on Daniel's collarbone. Thre

lly asked his private doctor to take skin

months ago, you told me to lear

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as if confirming whether I was the same woman who had smile

k about this at home? Do you really have to humiliate Daniel in front of so many people. I never wan

urned

e rightful mafia head's wife. Why

ned slightly as he put hi

mance, I suddenly remembered whe

he hallway was a decoration. Now she'd memori

y tone laced with

lion dollars. I bought it at an auction in Milan

e blanched

ers brushing lightly over the

ing gift to me. And the pigeon's blood ruby ring you stole from the Ve

d-encrusted bra strap peeking from her

eport. I slammed the paper down on the divorce papers with a crisp thud: "It'

ar, my voice dropping to a

my mother dealt with the woman who stole her man, she sealed

olently, and she almost