Marrying The Wounded King: My Ex's Regret

ed the Underboss of the East Coast was finally go

ed toward me holding

ce devoid of emotion. "Thi

cure shipping routes. He expected me to stay in

amily sold me like cattle to Kennedy Simmons, the c

trayal happened the

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lthy fiancée, the "asset

, the girl who

was just a stalker using me to get close to Chelsea. I was n

I boarded the plane to Se

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s Col

silk of the white dress Desmond Morgan had b

oss of the East Coast would finally defy

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didn't ju

xplo

s deep underwater where the pressure crushes you

ir to the Morgan crime family empire, a man who had sl

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pristine, and

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. His eyes, usually warm when we were a

e was devoid of emotion. "T

humid night air lik

an

me up and down, her gaze lingering on the white sil

g with practiced condescension. "Is this the

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at me. He loo

"Like a little sister. We'll have to find her

ed. I felt bile

mmanded. "I need a moment to exp

, and walked toward the mansion. Her heels

red, I stepped forward.

"You promised. Last nigh

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caress. It

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ing her?" My

ntrols the shipping routes in Chicago

, tears stinging my eyes

g the scent of whiskey and expensive tobacco that

etween us. Chelsea is for the public. She is for the treaty.

or power and a mis

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ly into my pulse. "Do not make a scene, Dallas. You know wha

e abruptly an

izing that the man I had worshipped