Reborn From Fire: The Mafia King's Bride

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le scent of the hotel soap off my skin,

from the night before, the

levator down

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the driveway.

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than his children, looked at me with r

my father demanded. "Dante has b

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nd Sofia,

went dead

Dante, eyes narrow

nobody. A mistake. Elena, you

creaming your name in my bridal suite

d green. He knew what was in that champagne. H

ante. "On the night of our enga

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at me. "She slept with someon

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