The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On

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her's most loyal general. A politi

er's daughter

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hit me harder

sound. "You whispered that you trusted me five

ive immediately. Your family's bakery is closed pending a full investigation.

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s stepped

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of my story. He was

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g the last shreds of my innocen