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ella
llowed by the heavy silence of the Herrera estate. I sat by the half-open window, watching the
ic statement, Isabella! He didn't even h
est bedroom. Her hands were clenched into fists, her dark eyes
ngagement. The society was already whispering, branding me the ultimate laughingstock-the forgotten Herrera girl, sup
ion is a blessing in disguise. With my ruined reputation, the family will
en parading around the estate like a peacock. Everyone knows she's the reason Leo br
a sharp knock echoed through the suite. A guard's gruff voice filtered through the wood. "
The illusion of peace had shat
le cigars and the suffocating, heavy floral perfume worn by Elena Herrera, the family's Mafia Queen and my stepmother. She sat on the ve
who commanded the
rboss of the Russo family. The silver pin on his lapel caught the d
th fake sweetness. "Come forward. Sir Quinn bri
eadable mask. I stepped forward, my posture perfectly straight. A D
Vincenzo, a new alliance has been forged to maintain the balance of our families. Isabella Russo of the Herrera fam
ugh the room, followed immedia
mily, yes, but he was also a phantom. Rumors painted him as a monster-his legs crippled from a brutal assassination attem
triumph in her eyes betrayed her. Sophia ducked her head, hiding a vicio
punishment for the Contreras family's arrogance? A twisted favor to the Herreras? Or did the supreme Don
prompted, his tone formal. "
d my hands in front of me, lifted my chin, and
," I said, my voice smooth and unwavering. "Pl
nt realization dawned in his eyes. He saw the steady grace in my stance, the sharp intelligence I usually kept hidden, and the quiet digni
orina," Quinn said, bowing his hea
f the room. The heavy mahogany doors c
nned to venomous. Elena rose slowly from the velvet sofa, the rustle
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