His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke

ella

e* sucked the oxygen st

slipped, revealing a flicker of genuine panic. Damien was a ruthless

in control of the narrative. "There is no need for dramatics, Isabella.

ad for numbers or business, Isabella. I find it all so... exhausting. I only want a pure connection with An

my voice dangerously soft, "you get to be the Lady enjoying the luxury, and I get to

omplexion turned a s

y did Don Antonio give this blessing? Did he look her in the eye wh

away for a fraction o

rom over the past month. The sudden hushed whispers when I entered a room. He hadn't just brought her here today; he had par

d, the betrayal freezin

oming over me with the raw, misogynistic menace of a street thug. "In our world, a man doesn't ne

at the academy. My standing in the Chicago Outfit is their only shield. Cross me, make a scene

sponse, he turned on his

out of the room, the heavy oak

f the adjoining dressing room, Cressie, my loyal maid, hurr

mbling. "Mr. Riggs is a monster. If your mothe

ms of his *comare*, Carie. I remembered Carie's cruel smirks and the piercing screams of her spoiled daughter, Erika Vaughn. Every time Erika threw a tantrum or broke somethin

, and I was entirely alone. It was the reason my mother had

urned that fortr

nd my heart turning to stone. "Do not

confused. "But

d precise. "He left for New Haven the morning after our wedding. I

ing to her mouth as the impli

he mahogany box with the Cantrell family seal. It holds all my dowry lists and ledgers." I looked at the